A Matter That Becomes Clear Ceases To

In Compassionate Men, Severity Is A Virtue.

Genteel Women Suppose That Those Things Do Not Really Exist About Which It Is Impossible To Talk In Polite Company.

In War Personal Revenge Maintains Its Silence.

Tragedy Is Dead! Poetry Itself Died With It! Away, Away With You, Puny, Stunted Imitators! Away With You To Hades, And Eat Your Fill Of The Old Masters' Crumbs!

Gradually It Has Become Clear To Me What Every Great Philosophy So Far Has Been: Namely, The Personal Confession Of Its Author And A Kind Of Involuntary And Unconscious Memoir.