Everyone who has ever built anywhere a "new heaven" first found the power thereto in his own hell.

Only sick music makes money today.

The good-they cannot create; they are always the beginning of the end.

I too have been in the underworld, as was Odysseus, and I will often be there again; not only sheep have I sacrificed so as to beable to speak with a few dead souls, but neither have I spared my own blood as well.

One unconsciously takes it for granted that doer and sufferer think and feel alike, and according to this supposition we measure the guilt of the one by the pain of the other.

Of all writings I love only that which is written with blood. Write with blood: and you will discover that blood is spirit.

But it is the same with man as with the tree. The more he seeketh to rise into the height and light, the more vigorously do his roots struggle earthward, downward, into the dark and deep — into the evil.