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”Old earth, I shall not build the palaces of my dreams on your barren soil: I shall carry no torch, I shall not strike down enemies.
May the human race, finally free of its vain imaginings, vain despairs, and all the lies that dazzle eyes which are made to grow dimーno longer willing to play the game of solving this bleak riddleーyes, may it end, slipping away unconcerned, like us, without so much as bidding you farewell.”



“I am a sick man... I am a spiteful man. I am an unpleasant man. I think my liver is diseased. However, I don't know beans about my disease, and I am not sure what is bothering me. I don't treat it and never have, though I respect medicine and doctors. Besides, I am extremely superstitious, let's say sufficiently so to respect medicine. (I am educated enough not to be superstitious, but I am.) No, I refuse to treat it out of spite. You probably will not understand that. Well, but I understand it. Of course I can't explain to you just whom I am annoying in this case by my spite. I am perfectly well aware that I cannot "get even" with the doctors by not consulting them. I know better than anyone that I thereby injure only myself and no one else. But still, if I don't treat it, it is out of spite. My liver is bad, well then-- let it get even worse!”



"It is true, that which I have revealed to you: there is no God, no universe, no human race, no earthly life, no heaven, no hell. It is all a Dream, a grotesque and foolish dream. Nothing exists but You. And You are but a Thought- a vagrant Thought, a useless Thought, a homeless Thought, wandering forlorn among the empty eternities!"