The universe without music would be madness.

You shall not steal! You shall not kill! Such words were once called holy; before them people bowrd their knees and heads, and removed their shoes. But I ask you: where have there ever been better thieves and killers in the world than such holy words have been? Is there not in all of life itself - robbing and killing? And when such words were called holy, was not truth itself thereby - killed?

Time, space, and causality are only metaphors of knowledge, with which we explain things to ourselves.

Is it better to out-monster the monster or to be quietly devoured?

In our own presence, we all pretend to be simpler than we are: thus we take a break from our fellow human beings.

Pity makes suffering contagious.

Completely true to nature!' - what a lie: / How could nature ever be constrained into a picture? / The smallest bit of nature is infinite! / And so he paints what he likes about it. / And what does he like? He likes what he can paint!