Even A Happy Life Cannot

Protection And Security Are Only Valuable If They Do Not Cramp Life Excessively.

But What If I Should Discover That The Least Amongst Them All, The Poorest Of All Beggars, The Most Impudent Of All Offenders, Yea The Very Fiend Himself— That These Are Within Me, And That I Myself Stand In Need Of The Alms Of My Own Kindness, That I Myself Am The Enemy Who Must Be Loved— What Then?

From The Middle Of Life Onward, Only He Remains Vitally Alive Who Is Ready To Die With Life.

I Think That One Should View With Philosophic Admiration The Strange Paths Of The Libido And Should Investigate The Purposes Of Its Circuitous Ways.

Magic Is The Science Of The Jungle.