I spit into the face of time that has transfigured me

People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.

The things a man has heard and seen are threads of life, and if he pull them carefully from the confused distaff of memory, any who will can weave them into whatever garments of belief please them best. I too have woven my garment like another, but I shall try to keep warm in it, and shall be well content if it do not unbecome me.

The night can sweat with terror as before We pieced our thoughts into philosophy, And planned to bring the world under a rule, Who are but weasels fighting in a hole.

The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.

An intellectual hate is the worst.

And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.