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It Was A Great Thing To Be A Human Being. It Was Something Tremendous. Suddenly I'm Conscious Of A Million Sensations Buzzing In Me Like Bees In A Hive. Gentlemen, It Was A Great Thing.

Relativism Is Neither A Method Of Fighting, Nor A Method Of Creating, For Both Of These Are Uncompromising And At Times Even Ruthless; Rather, It Is A Method Of Cognition.

I Find That A Real Gardener Is Not A Man Who Cultivates Flowers; He Is A Man Who Cultivates The Soil. He Is A Creature Who Digs Himself Into The Earth And Leaves The Sight Of What Is On It To Us Gaping Good-for-nothings. He Lives Buried In The Ground. He Builds His Monument In A Heap Of Compost. If He Came Into The Garden Of Eden, He Would Sniff Excitedly And Say: "good Lord, What Humus!"

One Never Knows Whether People Have Principles On Principle Or Whether For Their Own Personal Satisfaction.

Art Must Not Serve Might.