To The Mean All Becomes

Probability But No Truth, Facility But No Freedom--it Is Owing To These Two Fruits That The Tree Of Knowledge Cannot Be Confused With The Tree Of Life.

Wherever Primitive Man Put Up A Word, He Believed He Had Made A Discovery. How Utterly Mistaken He Really Was! He Had Touched A Problem, And While Supposing He Had Solved It, He Had Created And Obstacle To Its Solution. Now, With Every New Knowledge We Stumble Over Flint-like And Petrified Words And, In So Doing, Break A Leg Sooner Than A Word.

All Words Are Prejudices.

The Strong Individual Loves The Earth So Much He Lusts For Recurrence. He Can Smile In The Face Of The Most Terrible Thought: Meaningless, Aimless Existence Recurring Eternally. The Second Characteristic Of Such A Man Is That He Has The Strength To Recognize - And To Live With The Recognition - That The World Is Valueless In Itself And That All Values Are Human Ones. He Creates Himself By Fashioning His Own Values; He Has The Pride To Live By The Values He Wills.

One Must Be A Sea, To Receive A Polluted Stream Without Becoming Impure.