Living Substance Conquers The Frenzy Of Destruction

Ideas Are To Objects As Constellations Are To Stars [translated From Trauerspiel, 1928].

Any Order Is A Balancing Act Of Extreme Precariousness.

He Who Asks Fortune-tellers The Future Unwittingly Forfeits An Inner Intimation Of Coming Events That Is A Thousand Times More Exact Than Anything They May Say.

He Who Asks Fortune-tellers The Future Unwittingly Forfeits An Inner Intimation Of Coming Events That Is A Thousand Times More Exact Than Anything They May Say. He Is Impelled By Inertia, Rather Than Curiosity, And Nothing Is More Unlike The Submissive Apathy With Which He Hears His Fate Revealed Than The Alert Dexterity With Which The Man Of Courage Lays Hands On The Future.

All Disgust Is Originally Disgust At Touching.