In The Mountains Of Truth, You Never

I Love Him Whose Soul Is Deep Even In The Wounding

I Desire That Your Conjectures Should Not Reach Beyond Your Creative Will. Could You Create A God? Then Do Not Speak To Me Of Any Gods.

Wherever Primitive Man Put Up A Word, He Believed He Had Made A Discovery. How Utterly Mistaken He Really Was! He Had Touched A Problem, And While Supposing He Had Solved It, He Had Created And Obstacle To Its Solution. Now, With Every New Knowledge We Stumble Over Flint-like And Petrified Words And, In So Doing, Break A Leg Sooner Than A Word.

Love Brings To Light The Lofty And Hidden Characteristics Of The Lover--what Is Rare And Exceptional In Him: To That Extent It Caneasily Be Deceptive With Respect To What Is Normal In Him.

The Ascetic Makes A Necessity Of Virtue.