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In Those Days It Was Possible For A Greek To Flee From An Over-abundant Reality As Though It Were But The Tricky Scheming Off The Imagination-and To Flee, Not Like Plato Into The Land Of Eternal Ideas, Into The Workshop Off The World-creator, Feasting One's Eyes On The Unblemished Unbreakable Archetypes, But Into The Rigor Mortis Off The Coldest Emptiest Concept Off All, The Concept Of Being.

And If Ye Cannot Be Saints Of Knowledge, Then, I Pray You, Be At Least Its Warriors. They Are The Companions And Forerunners Of Such Saintship.

Belief In Form, But Disbelief In Content - That's What Makes An Aphorism Charming.

A Woman Does Not Want The Truth; What Is Truth To Women? From The Beginning, Nothing Has Been More Alien, Repugnant, And Hostile To Woman Than The Truth - Her Great Art Is The Lie, Her Highest Concern Is Mere Appearance And Beauty.

Those Are My Enemies: They Want To Overthrow And To Construct Nothing Themselves. They Say: "all That Is Worthless"--and Want To Create No Value Themselves.