I still live, I still think: I still have to live, for I still have to think.
What? You seek something? You wish to multiply yourself tenfold, a hundredfold? You seek followers? Seek zeros!
There is an innocence in admiration; it is found in those to whom it has never yet occurred that they, too, might be admired some day.
Is man one of God's blunders? Or is God one of man's blunders?
A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything.
