The Only Excuse For God Is That

The Earth Is Like The Breasts Of A Woman: Useful As Well As Pleasing.

He Who Has Always Spared Himself Much Will In The End Become Sickly Of So Much Consideration. Praised Be What Hardens!

We Are Franker Towards Others Than Towards Ourselves.

Experience, As A Desire For Experience, Does Not Come Off. We Must Not Study Ourselves While Having An Experience.

I Am Not A Human Being, I Am Dynamite.