Myth Is The Nothing That Is All.

All Beginnings Are Involuntary.

The Inventor Of The Mirror Poisoned The Human Heart.

On The Road Halfway Between Faith And Criticism Stands The Inn Of Reason. Reason Is Faith In What Can Be Understood Without Faith, But It's Still A Faith, Since To Understand Presupposes That There's Something Understandable.

And As Well As I Dream, I Reason If I Want, For That's Just Another Kind Of Dream.

Our Problem Isn't That We're Individualists. It's That Our Individualism Is Static Rather Than Dynamic. We Value What We Think Rather Than What We Do. We Forget That We Haven't Done, Or Been, What We Thought; That The First Function Of Life Is Action, Just As The First Property Of Things Is Motion.