Is Not Wounded Vanity The Mother Of

He Who Is Not A Bird Should Not Build His Nest Over Abysses.

Words Are But Symbols For The Relations Of Things To One Another And To Us; Nowhere Do They Touch Upon Absolute Truth... Through Words And Concepts We Shall Never Reach Beyond The Wall Off Relations, To Some Sort Of Fabulous Primal Ground Of Things.

I Love Him Who Maketh His Virtue His Inclination And Destiny: Thus, For The Sake Of His Virtue, He Is Willing To Live On, Or Live No More.

Man Wishes Woman To Be Peaceable, But In Fact She Is Essentially Warlike, Like The Cat.

I Am A Law Only For My Kind, I Am No Law For All.