Latent genius is but a presumption. Everything that can be, is bound to come into being, and what never comes into being is nothing.

Will localizes us, thought universalizes us.

He who is too much afraid of being duped has lost the power of being magnanimous.

Cleverness is serviceable for everything, sufficient for nothing.

There is an illusion of central position, justifying one's own purposes as right and everybody else¹s as wrong, and providing a proper degree of paranoia. Righteous ends, thus approved, absolve of guilt the most violent means.

The spirit of sarcasm lives and thrives in the midst of universal wreck; its balls are enchanted and itself invulnerable, and it braves retaliations and reprisals because itself is a mere flash, a bodiless and magical nothing.

The philosopher aspires to explain away all mysteries, to dissolve them into light. Mystery on the other hand is demanded and pursued by the religious instinct; mystery constitutes the essence of worship, the power of proselytism.