All Of Life Is A Dispute Over

For All Things Are Baptized At The Font Of Eternity, And Beyond Good And Evil; Good And Evil Themselves, However, Are But Intervening Shadows And Damp Afflictions And Passing Clouds.

Not The Intensity But The Duration Of High Feelings Makes High Men.

The Body Is A Big Sagacity, A Plurality With One Sense, A War And A Peace, A Flock And A Shepherd.

You Never Exist Quite So Much As When You Are Not Thinking

The Hour-hand Of Life --- Life Consists Of Rare, Isolated Moments Of The Greatest Significance, And Of Innumerably Many Intervals, During Which At Best The Silhouettes Of Those Moments Hover About Us. Love, Springtime, Every Beautiful Melody, Mountains, The Moon, The Sea - All These Speak Completely To The Heart But Once, If In Fact They Ever Do Get A Chance To Speak Completely. For Many Men Do Not Have Those Moments At All, And Are Themselves Intervals And Intermissions In The Symphony Of Real Life.