It takes me a long time to lose my temper, but once lost I could not find it with a dog.
This is the year 1492. I am eighty-two years of age. The things I am going to tell you are things which I saw myself as a child and as a youth.
Let us consider that we are all insane. It will explain us to each other. It will unriddle many riddles
We must look for our own blame to find our own personality.
The altar cloth of one aeon is the doormat of the next.
It consists mainly of the storm of thoughts that is forever blowing through one's head.