What A Pity That 'nothingness' Has Been

If Each Of Us Were To Confess His Most Secret Desire, The One That Inspires All His Plans, All His Actions, He Would Say: "i Want To Be Praised."

I Have Tried To Protect Myself Against Men, To React Against Their Madness To Discern Its Source; I Have Listened And I Have Seen--and I Have Been Afraid Of Acting For The Same Motives Or For Any Motive Whatever, Of Believing In The Same Ghosts Or In Any Other Ghost, Of Letting Myself Be Engulfed By The Same Intoxications Or By Some Other... Afraid, In Short, Of Raving In Common And Of Expiring In A Horde Of Ecstasies.

We Are Afraid Of The Enormity Of The Possible.

Discretion Is Deadly To Genius; Ruinous To Talent.

As Long As One Believes In Philosophy, One Is Healthy; Sickness Begins When One Starts To Think.