For Now It Seems That

The Savage Hatred I Feel For Crowds Is Getting Worse, Natural Enemies That They Are Of Imagination And Of Thought.

Civilization, That Great Fraud Of Our Times, Has Promised Man That By Complicating His Existence It Would Multiply His Pleasures. ... Civilization Has Promised Man Freedom, At The Cost Of Giving Up Everything Dear To Him, Which It Arrogantly Treated As Lies And Fantasies. ... Hour By Hour Needs Increase And Are Nearly Always Unsatisfied, Peopling The Earth With Discontented Rebels. The Superfluous Has Become A Necessity And Luxuries Indispensable.

The Way I See It, There Is No Greater Spiritual Beauty Than Fanaticism, Of A Sort So Sincere It Can Only End In Martyrdom.

I Think It Is Impossible For Human Minds To Think Of Death As A Final, Irrevocable End To Life.

Oh If At Every Moment Of Our Lives We Could Know The Consequences Of Some Of The Utterings, Thoughts And Deeds That Seem So Trivial And Unimportant At The Time! And Should We Not Conclude From Such Examples That There Is No Such Thing In Life As Unimportant Moments Devoid Of Meaning For The Future?