Learn To Laugh At Yourselves As One

Not Contentment, But More Power; Not Peace At Any Price, But War; Not Virtue, But Efficiency (virtue In The Renaissance Sense, Virtu , Virtue Free Of Moral Acid).

There Is Always Some Madness In Love. But There Is Also Always Some Reason In Madness.

The Lie Is A Condition Of Life.

Our Faith In Others Betrays That We Would Rather Have Faith In Ourselves. Our Longing For A Friend Is Our Betrayer. And Often With Our Love We Want Merely To Overcome Envy. And Often We Attack And Make Ourselves Enemies, To Conceal That We Are Vulnerable.

It Is With Artworks As It Is With Wine: It Is Much Better When We Do Not Need Either One, When We Stick With Water, And When Out Of Our Own Inner Fire, The Inner Sweetness Of Our Own Soul, We Turn The Water Over And Over Again Into Wine Ourselves.