In Cheerful Souls There Is No Wit.

In Cheerful Souls There Is No Wit. Wit Shows A Disturbance Of The Equipoise.

Building Worlds Is Not Enough For The Deeper Urging Mind; But A Loving Heart Sates The Striving Spirit.

One Can Not Understand Language Because Language Cannot Understand Itself; Does Not Want To Understand

Sometimes With The Most Intense Pain A Paralysis Of Sensibility Occurs. The Soul Disintegrates--hence The Deadly Frost--the Free Power Of The Mind--the Shattering, Ceaseless Wit Of This Kind Of Despair. There Is No Inclination For Anything Any More--the Person Is Alone, Like A Baleful Power--as He Has No Connection With The Rest Of The World He Consumes Himself Gradually--and In Accordance With His Own Principle He Is--misanthropic And Misotheos.

Perceptibility Is A Kind Of Attentiveness.