My Holy Of Holies Is The Human

It Always Seems To The Brothers And The Father That Their Brother Or Son Didn't Marry The Right Person.

In Western Europe People Perish From The Congestion And Stifling Closeness, But With Us It Is From The Spaciousness.... The Expanses Are So Great That The Little Man Hasn't The Resources To Orient Himself.... This Is What I Think About Russian Suicides.

And I Despise Your Books, I Despise Wisdom And The Blessings Of This World. It Is All Worthless, Fleeting, Illusory, And Deceptive, Like A Mirage. You May Be Proud, Wise, And Fine, But Death Will Wipe You Off The Face Of The Earth As Though You Were No More Than Mice Burrowing Under The Floor, And Your Posterity, Your History, Your Immortal Geniuses Will Burn Or Freeze Together With The Earthly Globe.

One Had Better Not Rush, Otherwise Dung Comes Out Rather Than Creative Work.

I Can Only Regard With Bewilderment An Educated Man Who Is Also Religious