Love Is Exclusivity, Selection.

Rancor Is An Outpouring Of A Feeling Of Inferiority.

On The Bigotry Of Culture: : It Presented Us With Culture, With Thought As Something Justified In Itself, That Is, Which Requires No Justification But Is Valid By It's Own Essence, Whatever Its Concrete Employment And Content Maybe. Human Life Was To Put Itself At The Service Of Culture Because Only Thus Would It Become Charged With Value. From Which It Would Follow That Human Life, Our Pure Existence Was, In Itself, A Mean And Worthless Thing.

I Am I Plus My Surroundings; And If I Do Not Preserve The Latter, I Do Not Preserve Myself.

When You Are Fed Up With The Troublesome Present, You Take Your Gun, Whistle For Your Dog, Go Out To The Mountain, And, Without Further Ado, Give Yourself The Pleasure During A Few Hours Or A Few Days Of Being "paleolithic."

The Preoccupation With What Should Be Is Estimable Only When The Respect For What Is Has Been Exhausted.