You Are Alone With Everything You Love.

Everywhere We Seek The Absolute, And Always We Find Only Things.

Life Must Not Be A Novel That Is Given To Us, But One That Is Made By Us.

Man Is A Sun And His Senses Are The Planets.

All The Events Of Our Life Are Materials Of Which We Can Make What We Will.

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.