The Truth Is Always An Abyss.

In Argument Similes Are Like Songs In Love; They Describe Much, But Prove Nothing.

Utterance Does Not In Principle Mean A Weakening Of Conviction--that Would Not Be Anything To Be Deplored--but A Weakness Of Conviction.

If Something Good Has Lost Its Way Into You, It Will Make Its Escape Overnight. I Know You.

He Was A Tool Of The Boss, Without Brains Or Backbone.

In A Certain Sense You Deny The Existence Of This World. You Explain Life As A State Of Rest, A State Of Rest In Motion.