Reality Is A Creation Of

What Necessity Impels A Writer Who Has Produced Fifty Books To Write Still One More? Why This Proliferation, This Fear Of Being Forgotten, This Debased Coquetry?

Nothing Proves That We Are More Than Nothing.

To Exist Is A Habit I Do Not Despair Of Acquiring.

If We Could See Ourselves As Others See Us, We Would Vanish On The Spot.

Freedom Can Be Manifested Only In The Void Of Beliefs, In The Absence Of Axioms, And Only Where The Laws Have No More Authority Than A Hypothesis.