You Must Await Your Thirst And Allow

We Criticize A Man Or A Book Most Sharply When We Sketch Out Their Ideal.

What An Age Experiences As Evil Is Usually An Untimely Reverberation Echoing What Was Previously Experienced As Good--the Atavismof An Older Ideal.

Art Is Essentially The Affirmation, The Blessing, And The Deification Of Existence.

When Death Brings At Last The Desired Forgetfulness, It Abolishes Life And Being Together, And Sets The Seal On The Knowledge That "being" Is Merely A Continual "has Been," A Thing That Lives By Denying And Destroying And Contradicting Itself.

Loneliness Is One Thing, Solitude Another.