One Who Has Given Up

The "religion Of Pity" To Which People Would Like To Convert Us- Oh, We Know Well Enough The Hysterical Little Men And Women Who Need This Religion At Present As A Veil And An Adornment!

The Spirit Of The Poet Craves Spectators... Even If Only Buffaloes.

Do Not Be Deceived! The Busiest People Harbor The Greatest Weariness, Their Restlessness Is Weakness--they No Longer Have The Capacity For Waiting And Idleness.

We Should Turn Our Death Into A Celebration, Even If Only Out Of A Malice Towards Life: Towards The Woman Who Wants To Leave--us!

Learn To See - Accustoming The Eye To Calm, To Patience, To Letting-things-come-to-it; Learning To Defer Judgment, To Encircle And Encompass The Question On All Sides.