Faith: not wanting to know what is true.
The apprentice and the master love the master in different ways.
It is the most sensual men who need to flee women and torment their bodies.
All that philosophers have handled for millennia has been conceptual mummies; nothing actual has ever escaped from their hands alive.
If thinking is your fate, revere this fate with divine honour and sacrifice to it the best, the most beloved
Whatever the State saith is a lie; whatever it hath is a theft: all is counterfeit in it, the gnawing, sanguinary, insatiate monster.