Now I can forget them. I reach my center, my algebra and my key, my mirror. Soon I will know who I am. from In Praise of Darkness from Fragments from an Aprocryphal Gospel: 24. Do not make too much of the cult of truth; there is no man who at the end of a day has not lied, rightly, numerous times. 31. Believe that others are just or will be, and if it proves untrue, it is not your fault. 33. Give what is holy to dogs; cast your pearls before swine; the important thing is to give. 34. Seek for the pleasure of seeking, not of finding... 39. The door, not the man, is the one that chooses. 41. Nothing is built on stone, everything on sand, but our duty is to build as if sand were stone. 48. Happy are the brave, who accept applause or defeat in the same spirit. 50. Happy are the loved and the lovers and those who can do without love. 51. Happy are the happy.