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Behold! I Am Weary Of My Wisdom, Like The Bee That Has Gathered Too Much Honey; I Need Hands Outstretched To Take It From Me. I Wish To Spread It And Bestow It, Until The Wise Have Once More Become Joyous In Their Folly, And The Poor Happy In Their Riches.

He Who Bestows Something Great Receives No Gratitude; For In Accepting It The Recipient Has Already Been Weighed Down Too Much.

When A Woman Has Scholarly Inclinations There Is Usually Something Wrong With Her Sexuality.

The Child As A Monument To The Passion Of Two People; The Will To Oneness In Two.

But It Is The Same With Man As With The Tree. The More He Seeketh To Rise Into The Height And Light, The More Vigorously Do His Roots Struggle Earthward, Downward, Into The Dark And Deep — Into The Evil.