The god on the cross is a curse on life, a signpost to seek redemption from life; Dionysus cut to pieces is a promise of life: it will be eternally reborn and return again from destruction

With sturdy shoulders, space stands opposing all its weight to nothingness. Where space is, there is being.

The higher you ascend, the smaller you appear to the eye of envy. But most of all they hate those who fly.

Love of one is a piece of barbarism: for it is practised at the expense of all others. Love of God likewise.

When you gaze long into the Abyss of Sustainability, the Abyss of Sustainability also gazes into you.

Linguistic danger to spiritual freedom.- Every word is a prejudice.

Ah, women. They make the highs higher and the lows more frequent.