Dreadful Experiences Raise The Question

I Hate Who Steals My Solitude, Without Really Offer Me In Exchange Company.

The Preponderance Of Pain Over Pleasure Is The Cause Of Our Fictitious Morality And Religion.

How Lovely It Is That There Are Words And Sounds. Are Not Words And Sounds Rainbows And Illusive Bridges Between Things Which Are Eternally Apart?

In The True Man There Is A Child Concealed Who Wants To Play.

When A Scholar Of The Old Culture Vows No Longer To Have Anything To Do With Men Who Believe In Progress, He Is Right. For The Old Culture Has Its Greatness And Goodness Behind It, And An Historical Education Forces One To Admit That It Can Never Again Be Fresh.