Not The Intensity But The Duration Of

No One Dies Of Fatal Truths Nowadays: There Are Too Many Antidotes.

Books And Drafts Mean Something Quite Different For Different Thinkers. One Collects In A Book The Lights He Was Able To Steal And Carry Home Swiftly Out Of The Rays Of Some Insight That Suddenly Dawned On Him, While Another Thinker Offers Us Nothing But Shadows - Images In Black And Grey Of What Had Built Up In His Soul The Day Before.

All Good Things Were Formerly Bad Things; Every Original Sin Has Turned Into An Original Virtue.

Every Master Has But One Disciple, And That One Becomes Unfaithful To Him, For He Too Is Destined For Master-ship.

On The Mountains Of Truth You Can Never Climb In Vain: Either You Will Reach A Point Higher Up Today, Or You Will Be Training Your Powers So That You Will Be Able To Climb Higher Tomorrow.