Life is a maze in which we take the wrong turning before we have learned to walk.

Sheep with a nasty side.

The Expulsion from Eden is an act of vindictive womanish spite; the Fall of Man, as recounted in the Bible, comes nearer to the Fall of God.

The river of truth is always splitting up into arms that reunite. Islanded between them, the inhabitants argue for a lifetime as to which is the mainstream.

Beneath a mask of selfish tranquility nothing exists except bitterness and boredom. I am one of those whom suffering has made empty and frivolous: each night in my dreams I pull the scab off a wound; each day, vacuous and habit-ridden, I help it re-form.

The worst vice of the solitary is the worship of his food.

Purity engenders Wisdom, Passion avarice, and Ignorance folly, infatuation and darkness.