Curiosity creeps into the houses of the unfortunate and the needy under the name of duty or of pity.

What was silent in the father speaks in the son, and often I found in the son the unveiled secret of the father.

Whoever reaches his ideal transcends it eo ipso.

And when your soul becometh great, then doth it become haughty, and in your sublimity there is wickedness.

You who hate the Jews so, why did you adopt their religion?

I am the leading strings of the ego and the prompter of its concepts.

Which is it? Is man only a blunder of God? Or is God only a blunder of man?