When the mind is thinking it is talking to itself.

Capital is money, capital is commodities. by virtue of it being value, it has acquired the occult ability to add value to itself. It brings forth living offspring, or, at the least, lays golden eggs.

Our culture mocks "primitive cultures" and prides itself on suppression of natural instincts and impulses.

Door of passage to the other side, the soul frees itself in stride.

Each generation imagines itself to be more intelligent than the one that went before it, and wiser than the one that comes after it.

The moment good taste knows itself, some of its goodness is lost.

Goodness is, so to speak, itself: badness is only spoiled goodness.

The personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself.