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It Quite Often Happens That The Old Man Is Subject To The Delusion Of A Great Moral Renewal And Rebirth, And From This Experience He Passes Judgments On The Work And Course Of His Life, As If He Had Only Now Become Clear-sighted; And Yet The Inspiration Behind This Feeling Of Well-being And These Confident Judgements Is Not Wisdom, But Weariness .

What Does A Philosopher Demand Of Himself, First And Last? To Overcome His Time In Himself, To Become "timeless.

Even The Most Beautiful Scenery Is No Longer Assured Of Our Love After We Have Lived In It For Three Months, And Some Distant Coast Attracts Our Avarice: Possessions Are Generally Diminished By Possession.

We Come To Recognize That Playfulness, As A Philosophical Stance, Can Be Very Serious Indeed; And Moreover, That It Possesses An Unfailing Capacity To Arouse Ridicule And Hostility In Those Among Us Who Crave Certainty, Reverence, And Restraint.

Give Me Today, For Once, The Worst Throw Of Your Dice, Destiny. Today I Transmute Everything Into Gold.