If Our Life Lacks A Constant Magic

A Tainted Society Has Invented Psychiatry To Defend Itself Against The Investigations Of Certain Superior Intellects Whose Faculties Of Divination Would Be Troublesome.

When I Think About Myself, My Thought Seeks Itself In The Ether Of A New Space. I Am On The Moon As Others Are On Their Balconies. I Participate In Planetary Gravitation In The Fissures Of My Mind.

Actors Are Athletes Of The Heart.

I See In The Act Of Throwing The Dice And Of Risking The Affirmation Of Some Intuitively Felt Truth, However Uncertain, My Whole Reason For Living.

However Fiercely Opposed One May Be To The Present Order, An Old Respect For The Idea Of Order Itself Often Prevents People From Distinguishing Between Order And Those Who Stand For Order, And Leads Them In Practice To Respect Individuals Under The Pretext Of Respecting Order Itself.