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And Since The Possession Of Qualities Presupposes That One Takes A Certain Pleasure In Their Reality, All This Gives Us A Glimpse Of How It May All Of A Sudden Happen To Someone Who Cannot Summon Up Any Sense Of Reality — Even In Relation To Himself — That One Day He Appears To Himself As A Man Without Qualities.

Mathematics Is The Source Of A Wicked Intellect That, While Making Man The Lord Of The Earth, Also Makes Him The Slave Of The Machine.

What Is Perceptible To One’s Mistrust Is The Cut-and-dried Way That Life Is Divided Up And The Ready-made Form It Assumes, The Ever-recurring Sameness Of It, The Pre-formations Passed Down By Generation After Generation, The Ready-made Language Not Only Of The Tongue But Also Of The Sensations And The Feelings.

It Is, All In All, A Historic Error To Believe That The Master Makes The School; The Students Make It!

The Truth Is Not A Crystal That Can Be Slipped Into One's Pocket, But An Endless Current Into Which One Falls Headlong.