Great Intellects Are Skeptical.

Could Truth Perhaps Be A Woman Who Has Reasons For Not Permitting Her Reasons To Be Seen? Could Her Name Perhaps Be--to Speak Greek--baubo?... Oh, Those Greeks! They Understood How To Live: To Do That It Is Necessary To Stop Bravely At The Surface, The Fold, The Skin, To Adore The Appearance, To Believe In Forms, In Tones, In Words, In The Whole Olympus Of Appearance! Those Greeks Were Superficial--out Of Profundity!

Men Who Think Deeply Appear To Be Comedians In Their Dealings With Others Because They Always Have To Feign Superficiality In Order To Be Understood.

However Unchristian It May Seem, I Do Not Even Bear Any Ill Feeling Towards Myself.

Every Day I Count Wasted In Which There Has Been No Dancing.

The Future Influences The Present Just As Much As The Past.