There Is No True Life

There Is No Love That Is Not An Echo.

In The End Indignation Over Kitsch Is Anger At Tis Shameless Revelling In The Joy Of Imitation.

The Splinter In Your Eye Is The Best Magnifying-glass Available.

Knowledge, Which Is Power, Knows No Limits, Either In Its Enslavement Of Creation Or In Its Deference To Worldly Masters.

Exuberant Health Is Always, As Such, Sickness Also.