In Every Real Man A Child Is

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!

At Present I Am Light, Now I Fly, Now I See Myself Below Me, Now A God Dances Through Me.

The Stronger Becomes Master Of The Weaker, In So Far As The Latter Cannot Assert Its Degree Of Independence Here There Is No Mercy, No Forbearance, Even Less A Respect For "laws.

The Wisest Man Would Be The One Richest In Contradictions, Who Has, As It Were, Antennae For All Types Of Men---as Well As His Great Moments Of Grand Harmony---a Rare Accident Even In Us! A Sort Of Planetary Motion---

Arrogance On The Part Of The Meritorious Is Even More Offensive To Us Than The Arrogance Of Those Without Merit: For Merit Itself Is Offensive.