My Genius Is In My Nostrils.

The Existence Of Forgetting Has Never Been Proved: We Only Know That Some Things Don't Come To Mind When We Want Them.

You're Going To Women? Don't Forget Your Whip!

The Snake Which Cannot Cast Its Skin Has To Die.

Books And Drafts Mean Something Quite Different For Different Thinkers. One Collects In A Book The Lights He Was Able To Steal And Carry Home Swiftly Out Of The Rays Of Some Insight That Suddenly Dawned On Him, While Another Thinker Offers Us Nothing But Shadows - Images In Black And Grey Of What Had Built Up In His Soul The Day Before.

Man Alone Resists The Direction Of Gravitation: He Constantly Wants To Fall--upwards.