The eye of the intellect "sees in all objects what it brought with it the means of seeing."
All work is as seed sown; it grows and spreads, and sows itself anew.
It is a vain hope to make people happy by politics.
The devil has his elect.
Painful for a person is rebellious independence, only in loving companionship with his associates does a person feel safe: Only in reverently bowing down before the higher does a person feel exalted.
Is not cant the materia prima of the devil, from which all falsehoods, imbecilities, abominations, body themselves, from which no true thing can come? For cant is itself the properly a double-distilled lie, the second power of a lie.