This Universe Is A Wild

The Ordinary Man Looking At A Mountain Is Like An Illiterate Person Confronted With A Greek Manuscript.

I Am Alone. There Is No God Where I Am.

The Supreme Satisfaction Is To Be Able To Despise One's Neighbor And This Fact Goes Far To Account For Religious Intolerance. It Is Evidently Consoling To Reflect That The People Next Door Are Headed For Hell.

I Can Imagine Myself On My Death-bed, Spent Utterly With Lust To Touch The Next World, Like A Boy Asking For His First Kiss From A Woman.

It Is Necessary, In This World, To Be Made Of Harder Stuff Than One's Environment.