Whereas The Greeks Gave To

There Are Places Where The Mind Dies So That A Truth Which Is Its Very Denial May Be Born.

This Very Heart Which Is Mine Will Forever Remain Indefinable To Me. Between The Certainty I Have Of My Existence And The Content I Try To Give To That Assurance, The Gap Will Never Be Filled. Forever I Shall Be A Stranger To Myself.

Just As All Thought, And Primarily That Of Non-signification, Signifies Something, So There Is No Art That Has No Signification.

No Human Being, Even The Most Passionately Loved And Passionately Loving, Is Ever In Our Possession.

And Real Nobility (that Of The Heart) Is Based On Scorn, Courage, And Profound Indifference.