What for centuries raised man above the beast is not the cudgel but the irresistible power of unarmed truth.

They don't ask much of you. They only want you to hate the things you love and to love the things you despise.

And so it turned out that only a life similar to the life of those around us, merging with it without a ripple, is genuine life, and that an unshared happiness is not happiness.

Only the solitary seek the truth, and they break with all those who don't love it sufficiently

A conscious attempt to fall asleep is sure to produce insomnia, to try to be conscious of one's own digestion is a sure way to upset the stomach. Consciousness is a poison when we apply it to ourselves. Consciousness is a light directed outward. it's like the headlights on a locomotive—turn them inward and you'd have a crash.

The last moments slipped by, one by one, irretrievable.

But who are we, where do we come from When all those years Nothing but idle talk is left And we are nowhere in the world?" = MEETING =