But When One Has Ceased To Have

Eclecticism. Every Truth Is So True That Any Truth Must Be False.

I Can Myself Conceive Of Nothing Else Than The Experienced.

The Force Of The Blow Depends On The Resistance. It Is Sometimes Better Not To Struggle Against Temptation. Either Fly Or Yield At Once.

The Self Has Turned Out To Mean So Many Things, To Mean Them So Ambiguously, And To Be So Wavering In Its Application, That We Do Not Feel Encouraged.

The Man Whose Nature Is Such That By One Path Alone His Chief Desire Will Reach Consummation Will Try To Find It On That Path, Whatever It May Be, And Whatever The World Thinks Of It; And If He Does Not, He Is Contemptible.