Shared Joys Make A Friend, Not Shared

O Sancta Simplicitas! What Strange Simplification And Falsification Mankind Lives On! One Can Never Cease To Marvel Once One Has Acquired Eyes For This Marvel! How We Have Made Everything Around Us Bright And Free And Easy And Simple! How We Have Known How To Bestow On Our Senses A Passport To Everything Superficial, On Our Thoughts A Divine Desire For Wanton Gambling And False Conclusions! - How We Have From The Very Beginning Understood How To Retain Our Ignorance So As To Enjoy An Almost Inconceivable Freedom, Frivolity, Impetuosity, Bravery, Cheerfulness Of Life, So As To Enjoy Life!

I Would Only Believe In A God Who Could Dance. And When I Saw My Devil I Found Him Serious, Thorough, Profound, And Solemn: It Was The Spirit Of Gravity—through Him All Things Fall. Not By Wrath Does One Kill But By Laughter. Come, Let Us Kill The Spirit Of Gravity!

The Refinement Of Shame. People Are Not Ashamed To Think Something Foul, But They Are Ashamed When They Think These Foul Thoughts Are Attributed To Them.

Reason Is The Cause Of Our Falsification Of The Evidence Of The Senses. In So Far As The Senses Show Becoming, Passing Away, Change, They Do Not Lie.

Having Become Conscious Of The Truth He Once Perceived, Man Now Sees Only The Awfulness Or The Absurdity Of Existence, He Now Understands The Symbolic Element In Ophelia's Fate, He Now Recognizes The Wisdom Of The Woodland God, Silenus: It Nauseates Him.