Compassion For The Friend Should Conceal Itself

Underneath The Reality In Which We Live And Have Our Being, Another Altogether Different Reality Lies Concealed.

Our Treasure Lies In The Beehive Of Our Knowledge. We Are Perpetually On The Way Thither, Being By Nature Winged Insects And Honey Gatherers Of The Mind.

The Pure Soul Is A Pure Lie.

Against Boredom Even Gods Struggle In Vain.

Error Has Made Man So Deep, Sensitive, And Inventive That He Has Put Forth Such Blossoms As Religions And Arts. Pure Knowledge Could Not Have Been Capable Of It.