One Is Fruitful Only At The Cost

The Great Man... Is Colder, Harder, Less Hesitating, And Without Fear Of 'opinion'; He Lacks The Virtues That Accompany Respect And 'respectability,' And Altogether Everything That Is The 'virtue Of The Herd.' If He Cannot Lead, He Goes Alone... He Knows He Is Incommunicable: He Finds It Tasteless To Be Familiar... When Not Speaking To Himself, He Wears A Mask. There Is A Solitude Within Him That Is Inaccessible To Praise Or Blame.

In Short, Then, The Religious Cult Is Based Upon The Representations Of Sorcery Between Man And Man, And The Sorcerer Is Older Than The Priest.

Every Man In Creating The Beautiful Appearance Of The Dream Worlds Is A Perfect Artist.

It Is Neither The Best Nor The Worst Things In A Book That Defy Translation.

Is Man Merely A Mistake Of God's? Or God Merely A Mistake Of Man?