When One Thinks Profusely And Cleverly, Not

Instruments And Playthings Are Sense And Spirit: Behind Them There Is Still The Self. The Self Seeketh With The Eyes Of The Senses, It Hearkeneth Also With The Ears Of The Spirit.

Nobody Is More Inferior Than Those Who Insist On Being Equal.

Everything That Is Profound Loves The Mask: The Profoundest Things Have A Hatred Even Of Figure And Likeness.

Whoever Turns Away From Us Might Not Offend Us In Doing So Perhaps, But He Certainly Offends Our Followers.

In His Lonely Solitude, The Solitary Man Feeds Upon Himself; In The Thronging Multitude, The Many Feed Upon Him. Now Choose.