This Is The Hardest Of All: To

The States In Which We Infuse A Transfiguration And A Fullness Into Things And Poetize About Them Until They Reflect Back Our Fullness And Joy In Life... Three Elements Principally: Sexuality, Intoxication And Cruelty All Belonging To The Oldest Festal Joys.

Since Copernicus, Man Seems To Have Got Himself On An Inclined Plane-now He Is Slipping Faster And Faster Away From The Center Into-what? Into Nothingness? Into A 'penetrating Sense Of His Nothingness?' ... All Science, Natural As Well As Unnatural-which Is What I Call The Self-critique Of Knowledge-has At Present The Object Of Dissuading Man From His Former Respect For Himself, As If This Had Been But A Piece Of Bizarre Conceit.

We Ought To Fear A Man Who Hates Himself, For We Are At Risk Of Becoming Victims Of His Anger And Revenge. Let Us Then Try To Lure Him Into Self-love.

All Parties Attempt To Represent Important Things That Have Developed Outside Themselves As Unimportant, And Where They Fail In This They Assail Those Things All The More Bitterly The More Admirable They Are.

Aphorisms Should Be Peaks - And Those Who Are Addressed, Tall And Lofty. The Air Thin And Pure, Danger Near, And The Spirit Full Of Gay Sarcasm: These Go Well Together.