The Wreckage Of Stars - I Built

Is Not Wounded Vanity The Mother Of All Tragedies?

Companions The Creator Seeks, Not Corpses, Not Herds And Believers. Fellow Creators The Creator Seeks -- Those Who Write New Values On New Tablets. Companions The Creator Seeks, And Fellow Harvesters; For Everything About Him Is Ripe For The Harvest.

Triumph Depends On A Roll Of Fate's Dice; The Ultimate Prize Is A Place In Heaven.

Dancing In All Its Forms Cannot Be Excluded From The Curriculum Of All Noble Education; Dancing With The Feet, With Ideas, With Words, And, Need I Add That One Must Also Be Able To Dance With The Pen?

If A Man Wishes To Rid Himself Of A Feeling Of Unbearable Oppression, He May Have To Take Hashish.