My Idea Of Paradise Is A Straight

Idleness Is The Parent Of Psychology.

These Small Things - Nutrition, Place, Climate, Recreation, The Whole Casuistry Of Selfishness - Are Inconceivably More Important Than Everything One Has Taken To Be Important So Far.

I Love Him Who Chasteneth His God, Because He Loveth His God: For He Must Succumb Through The Wrath Of His God.

One Must Shed The Bad Taste Of Wanting To Agree With Many. "good" Is No Longer Good When One's Neighbor Mouths It. And How Should There Be A "common Good"! The Term Contradicts Itself: Whatever Can Be Common Always Has Little Value. In The End It Must Be As It Is And Always Has Been: Great Things Remain For The Great, Abysses For The Profound, Nuances And Shudders For The Refined, And, In Brief, All That Is Rare For The Rare.

The Bite Of Conscience, Like The Bite Of A Dog Into A Stone, Is A Stupidity.