Every Word Is A Prejudice.

Men Use A New Lesson Or Experience Later On As A Ploughshare Or Perhaps Also As A Weapon; Women At Once Make It Into An Ornament.

The Familiarity Of Superiors Embitters One, Because It May Not Be Returned.

And So Do You Suppose It Must Be A Piece-work Because It Has Been Given To You (and Could Only Be Given To You) In Pieces?

The Great Works Are Produced In Such An Ecstasy Of Love That They Must Always Be Unworthy Of It, However Great Their Worth Otherwise.

The Reasons For Which 'this' World Has Been Characterized As 'apparent' Are The Very Reasons Which Indicate Its Reality; Any Other Kind Of Reality Is Absolutely Indemonstrable.