The Truth Is Paradoxical To

A Judgment About Life Has No Meaning Except The Truth Of The One Who Speaks Last, And The Mind Is At Ease Only At The Moment When Everyone Is Shouting At Once And No One Can Hear A Thing.

To Place Oneself In The Position Of God Is Painful: Being God Is Equivalent To Being Tortured. For Being God Means That One Is In Harmony With All That Is, Including The Worst. The Existence Of The Worst Evils Is Unimaginable Unless God Willed Them.

[f]or Academic Men To Be Happy, The Universe Would Have To Take Shape. All Of Philosophy Has No Other Goal: It Is A Matter Of Giving A Frock Coat To What Is, A Mathematical Frock Coat. On The Other Hand, Affirming That The Universe Resembles Nothing And Is Only Formless Amounts To Saying That The Universe Is Something Like A Spider Or Spit.

Incredible Nervous State, Trepidation Beyond Words: To Be This Much In Love Is To Be Sick (and I Love To Be Sick).

The Great Monuments Are Raised Up Like Dams, Pitting The Logic Of Majesty And Authority Against All The Shady Elements: It Is In The Form Of Cathedrals And Palaces That Church And State Speak And Impose Silence On The Multitudes.