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The Tragedy Of The Modern Democracies Is That They Have Not Yet Succeeded In Realizing Democracy.

The Poet Knows Himself Only On The Condition That Things Resound In Him, And That In Him, At A Single Awakening, They And He Come Forth Together Out Of Sleep.

To Philosophize Man Must Put His Whole Soul Into Play, In Much The Same Manner That To Run He Must Use His Heart And Lungs.

It Has Never Been Recommended To Confuse "loving" With "seeking To Please"... ...salome Pleased Herod's Guests; I Can Hardly Believe She Was Burning With Love For Them. As For Poor John The Baptist... ...she Certainly Did Not Envelop Him In Her Love.

A Man Of Courage Flees Forward In The Midst Of New Things.