In Art As In Love, Instinct Is

God, Conquered, Will Become Satan; Satan, Conquering, Will Become God. May The Fates Spare Me This Terrible Lot; I Love The Hell Which Formed My Genius. I Love The Earth Where I Have Done Some Good, If It Be Possible To Do Any Good In This Fearful World Where Beings Live But By Rapine.

It Is Good To Collect Things, But It Is Better To Go On Walks.

Nature, In Her Indifference, Makes No Distinction Between Good And Evil.

Devout Believers Are Safeguarded In A High Degree Against The Risk Of Certain Neurotic Illnesses; Their Acceptance Of The Universal Neurosis Spares Them The Task Of Constructing A Personal One.

For A Man’s Life Would Become Intolerable, If He Knew What Was Going To Happen To Him. He Would Be Made Aware Of Future Evils, And Would Suffer Their Agonies In Advance, While He Would Get No Joy Of Present Blessings Since He Would Know How They Would End. Ignorance Is The Necessary Condition Of Human Happiness, And It Has To Be Admitted That On The Whole Mankind Observes That Condition Well. We Are Almost Entirely Ignorant Of Ourselves; Absolutely Of Others. In Ignorance, We Find Our Bliss; In Illusions, Our Happiness.