I Have Forgotten My Umbrella.

Men Submit From Habit To Everything That Seeks Power.

Once Upon A Time, In Some Out Of The Way Corner Of That Universe Which Is Dispersed Into Numberless Twinkling Solar Systems, There Was A Star Upon Which Clever Beasts Invented Knowing.

Our Vanity Desires That What We Do Best Should Be Considered What Is Hardest For Us.

We Operate With Nothing But Things Which Do Not Exist, With Lines, Planes, Bodies, Atoms, Divisible Time, Divisible Space - How Should Explanation Even Be Possible When We First Make Everything Into An Image, Into Our Own Image!

When A Man Reaches His Maturity In Understanding And In Years, The Feeling Comes Over Him That His Father Was Wrong To Beget Him.