The Will To Truth Is Merely The

It Is The Music In Our Conscience, The Dance In Our Spirit, To Which Puritan Litanies, Moral Sermons, And Goody Goodness Won’t Chime.

Behold, I Am Weary Of My Wisdom, Like A Bee That Has Gathered Too Much Honey; I Need Hands Outstretched To Receive It.

As Much As Possible, And This As Quickly As Possible: That Is What The Great Mental And Emotional Illness Craves That Is Variously Called "present" Or "culture," But That Is Actually A Symptom Of Consumption.

The Empty, The One, The Unmoved, The Full, Satiation, Wanting Nothing--that Would Be My Evil: In Short, Dreamless Sleep.

The Great Wars Of The Present Age Are The Effects Of The Study Of History.