Real Dancers Are The Ones Who Can

Without The Perpetual Counterfeiting Of The Universe By Number, Man Could Not Continue To Live

Nothing Ever Succeeds Which Exuberant Spirits Have Not Helped To Produce.

Men Are Even Lazier Than They Are Timorous, And What They Fear Most Is The Troubles With Which Any Unconditional Honesty And Nudity Would Burden Them.

Since Copernicus, Man Seems To Have Got Himself On An Inclined Plane-now He Is Slipping Faster And Faster Away From The Center Into-what? Into Nothingness? Into A 'penetrating Sense Of His Nothingness?' ... All Science, Natural As Well As Unnatural-which Is What I Call The Self-critique Of Knowledge-has At Present The Object Of Dissuading Man From His Former Respect For Himself, As If This Had Been But A Piece Of Bizarre Conceit.

Christianity In Particular Should Be Dubbed A Great Treasure-chamber Of Ingenious Consolations, Such A Store Of Refreshing, Soothing, Deadening Drugs Has It Accumulated Within Itself.