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The Hour-hand Of Life --- Life Consists Of Rare, Isolated Moments Of The Greatest Significance, And Of Innumerably Many Intervals, During Which At Best The Silhouettes Of Those Moments Hover About Us. Love, Springtime, Every Beautiful Melody, Mountains, The Moon, The Sea - All These Speak Completely To The Heart But Once, If In Fact They Ever Do Get A Chance To Speak Completely. For Many Men Do Not Have Those Moments At All, And Are Themselves Intervals And Intermissions In The Symphony Of Real Life.

The Weak And Misbegotten Shall Perish: First Principle Of Our Brotherly Love. And They Shall Be Given Every Assistance.

Once We Have Found Ourselves, We Must Understand How From Time To Time To Lose--and Then To Find--ourselves Once Again: Assuming,that Is, That We Are Thinkers. For A Thinker It Is A Drawback To Be Bound To A Single Person All The Time.

It Is Not Doubt,is Certitude That Drives You Mad.

It Is The Business Of The Very Few To Be Independent; It Is A Privilege Of The Strong.