Nothing is so fatal to the progress of the human mind as to suppose that our views of science are ultimate; that there are no mysteries in nature; that our triumphs are complete, and that there are no new worlds to conquer.

Fortunately science, like that nature to which it belongs, is neither limited by time nor by space. It belongs to the world, and is of no country and of no age. The more we know, the more we feel our ignorance; the more we feel how much remains unknown; and in philosophy, the sentiment of the Macedonian hero can never apply, — there are always new worlds to conquer.

- Humphry Davy

I was in the death struggle with self: God and Satan fought for my soul those three long hours. God conquered — now I have only one doubt left — which of the twain was God?

- Aleister Crowley

William S. Burroughs

The junk merchant doesn't sell his product to the consumer, he sells the consumer to his product. He does not improve and simplify his merchandise. He degrades and simplifies the client.

1.Never give anything away for nothing. 

2. Never give more than you have to (always catch the buyer hungry and always make him wait). 

3. Always take back everything if you possibly can.

This is a war universe. War all the time. That is its nature. There may be other universes based on all sorts of other principles, but ours seems to be based on war and games. All games are basically hostile. Winners and losers. We see them all around us: the winners and the losers. The losers can oftentimes become winners, and the winners can very easily become losers.

Charles Baudelaire

Nous avons psychologisé comme les fous, qui augmentent leur folie en s’efforçant de la comprendre.

Hélas! tout est abîme, — action, désir, rêve, Parole!

Toutes les beautés contiennent, comme tous les phénomènes possibles, quelque chose d'éternel et quelque chose de transitoire — d'absolu et de particulier.

Ses ailes de géant l’empêchent de marcher 

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C'est par le malentendu universel que tout le monde s'accorde. Car si, par malheur, on se comprenait, on ne pourrait jamais s'accorder.

Homme libre, toujours tu chériras la mer

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Le mal se fait sans effort, naturellement, par fatalité; le bien 

est toujours le produit d'un art

qu'est-ce que la vertu sans imagination?

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On n'est jamais excusable d'être méchant, mais il y a quelque mérite à savoir qu'on l'est; et le plus irréparable des vices est de faire le mal par bêtise.