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“The anonymous puts the name in place, leaves it empty, as if the name were there only to let itself be passed through because the name does not name, but is the non-unity and non-presence of the nameless.”
― Maurice Blanchot, The Step Not Beyond

“Man has, as it were, become a kind of prosthetic God. When he puts on all his auxiliary organs he is truly magnificent; but those organs have not grown on to him and they still give him much trouble at times.”
― Sigmund Freud, Civilization and Its Discontents

“The greater the void, the greater the divine influx.”
― John Tauler

“Life is the flight of the alone to the alone.”
― Plotinus

“The One remains, the many change and pass;
Heaven’s light forever shines, Earth’s shadows fly;
Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass,
Stains the white radiance of Eternity,
Until Death tramples it to fragments.—Die,
If thou wouldst be with that which thou dost seek!
Follow where all is fled!—Rome’s azure sky,
Flowers, ruins, statues, music, words are weak
The glory they transfuse with fitting truth to speak.”
― Percy Bysshe Shelley, Adonais

“Of all that breathes and crawls across the earth,
our mother earth breeds nothing feebler than a man.
So long as the gods grant him power, spring in his knees,
he thinks he will never suffer affliction down the years.
But then, when the happy gods bring on the long hard times,
bear them he must, against his will, and steel his heart.
Our lives, our mood and mind as we pass across the earth,
turn as the days turn...
as the father of men and gods make each day dawn.”
― Homer

“I too seemed destined to be a man of fortune once
and a wild wicked swath I cut, indulged my lust for violence,
stalking all on my father and my brothers.

Look at me now,
And so, I say, let no man ever be lawless all his life,
just take in peace what gifts the gods will send.”
― Homer

“Touch me. Soft eyes. Soft soft soft hand. I am lonely here. O, touch me soon, now. What is that word known to all men? I am quiet here alone. Sad too. Touch, touch me.”
― James Joyce, Ulysses

“The truth
has to be melted out of our stubborn lives
By suffering.
Nothing speaks the truth,
Nothing tells us how things really are,
Nothing forces us to know
What we do not what to know
Except pain.
And this is how the gods declare their love.
Truth comes with pain.”
― Aeschylus

“Voluptuous promises,
Crystalline logic,
Caressing assurances
Lead him, the slave
Of his own destruction.”
― Aeschylus