I Was Always Hearing That I Was

The Great Man Is Not The Child Of His Age But Its Step-child.

Just About This Time, When In Imagination I Was So Great A Warrior, I Had Good Use In Real Life For More Strength, As I Was No Longer Taken To School By The Nurse, But Instead Had Myself To Protect My Brother, Two Years My Junior.

Forgetfulness, The Unhistorical, Is ... The Atmosphere, In Which Alone Life Can Come Into Being. In Order To Understand It, Let Us Imagine A Youth Who Is Seized With A Passion For A Woman, Or A Man Who Is Swayed By A Passion For His Work. In Both Cases What Lies Behind Them Has Ceased To Exist And Yet This State (the Most Unhistorical That Can Be Imagined) Is That In Which Every Action, Every Great Deed Is Conceived And Accomplished.

What Has Here Happened Is That The Instinct Of Cruelty, Which Has Turned Inwards, Has Become Self-torture, And All Man's Animal Instincts Have Been Reinterpreted As Guilt Towards God. Every Nay Man Utters To His Nature, To His Real Being, He Flings Out As A Yea, An Affirmation Of Reality Applied To God's Sanctity

Poor Is The Power Of The Lead That Becomes Bullets Compared To The Power Of The Hot Metal That Becomes Types.