As a child I assumed that when I reached adulthood$$$ I would have grown-up thoughts.

There are no shortcuts. Everything is reps$$$ reps$$$ reps.

The world is given to me only once$$$ not one existing and one perceived. Subject and object are only one.

industry and utility are the angels of death who$$$ with fiery swords$$$ prevent man's return to Paradise.

Good company is important$$$ it helps to cultivate good qualities.

Genius is what a man invents when he is looking for a way out.

I confused things with their names: that is belief.

I exist. It is soft$$$ so soft$$$ so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves.

I had found my religion: nothing seemed more important to me than a book. I saw the library as a temple.

Man is what he wills himself to be.