A Good Seat On A Horse Steals

But Not To Perish From Internal Distress And Doubt When One Inflicts Great Suffering And Hears The Cry Of Suffering : That Is Great, That Belongs To Greatness.

Why Couldn't The World That Concerns Us- Be A Fiction? And If Somebody Asked, 'but To Be A Fiction There Surely Belongs An Author?'- Couldn't One Answer Simply: 'why? Doesn't This "belongs" Perhaps Belong To The Fiction, Too?'

What Is The Greatest Thing Ye Can Experience? It Is The Hour Of Great Contempt. The Hour In Which Even Your Happiness Becometh Loathsome Unto You, And So Also Your Reason And Virtue.

Those Who Create Are Hard Of Heart.

It Is Inhuman To Bless Where One Is Cursed.