The True Poet Is All-knowing; He Is

Only The Most Perfect Human Being Can Design The Most Perfect Philosophy.

The Brains -the Thinking Organs- Are The World Producers -nature's Genitals.

Sometimes With The Most Intense Pain A Paralysis Of Sensibility Occurs. The Soul Disintegrates--hence The Deadly Frost--the Free Power Of The Mind--the Shattering, Ceaseless Wit Of This Kind Of Despair. There Is No Inclination For Anything Any More--the Person Is Alone, Like A Baleful Power--as He Has No Connection With The Rest Of The World He Consumes Himself Gradually--and In Accordance With His Own Principle He Is--misanthropic And Misotheos.

To Become Properly Acquainted With A Truth, We Must First Have Disbelieved It, And Disputed Against It.

We Are Near Awakening When We Dream That We Dream.