Against Boredom The Gods Themselves

What Makes Us Heroic?--confronting Simultaneously Our Supreme Suffering And Our Supreme Hope.

The Great Poet Draws His Creations Only From Out Of His Own Reality.

The Individual Has Always To Struggle To Keep From Being Overwhelmed By The Tribe.

Existence Really Is An Imperfect Tense That Never Becomes A Present.

In The End Things Must Be As They Are And Have Always Been--the Great Things Remain For The Great, The Abysses For The Profound, The Delicacies And Thrills For The Refined, And, To Sum Up Shortly, Everything Rare For The Rare.