One Is And Remains A

Just As Ecstasy Purifies You Of The Particular And The Contingent, Leaving Nothing Except Light And Darkness, So Insomnia Kills Off The Multiplicity And Diversity Of The World, Leaving You Prey To Your Private Obsessions.

However Much I Have Frequented The Mystics, Deep Down I Have Always Sided With The Devil; Unable To Equal Him In Power, I Have Tried To Be Worthy Of Him, At Least, In Insolence, Acrimony, Arbitrariness And Caprice.

It Is Not Worth The Bother Of Killing Yourself, Since You Always Kill Yourself Too Late.

In Order To Have The Stuff Of A Tyrant, A Certain Mental Derangement Is Necessary.

What Does The Future, That Half Of Time, Matter To The Man Who Is Infatuated With Eternity?