Forgetting: That Is A Divine Capacity. And

We Find Nothing Easier Than Being Wise, Patient, Superior. We Drip With The Oil Of Forbearance And Sympathy, We Are Absurdly Just, We Forgive Everything. For That Very Reason We Ought To Discipline Ourselves A Little; For That Very Reason We Ought To Cultivate A Little Emotion, A Little Emotional Vice, From Time To Time. It May Be Hard For Us; And Among Ourselves We May Perhaps Laugh At The Appearance We Thus Present. But What Of That! We No Longer Have Any Other Mode Of Self-overcoming Available To Us: This Is Our Asceticism, Our Penance.

With The Unknown, One Is Confronted With Danger, Discomfort, And Care; The First Instinct Is To Abolish These Painful States. First Principle: Any Explanation Is Better Than None. . . . The Causal Instinct Is Thus Conditional Upon, And Excited By, The Feeling Of Fear. The "why?" Shall, If At All Possible, Not Give The Cause For Its Own Sake So Much As For A Particular Kind Of Cause -- A Cause That Is Comforting, Liberating, And Relieving.

Winter, A Bad Guest, Sitteth With Me At Home; Blue Are My Hands With His Friendly Handshaking

Whoever Has Provoked Men To Rage Against Him Has Always Gained A Party In His Favor, Too.

I Love Those Who Do Not Know How To Live, Except By Going Under, For They Are Those Who Cross Over.