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The Unlucky Hand Dealt To Clear And Precise Writers Is That People Assume They Are Superficial And So Do Not Go To Any Trouble Inreading Them: And The Lucky Hand Dealt To Unclear Ones Is That The Reader Does Go To Some Trouble And Then Attributes The Pleasure He Experiences In His Own Zeal To Them.

It Is Not Enough To Prove Something, One Also Has To Seduce Or Elevate People To It. That Is Why The Man Of Knowledge Should Learns How To Speak His Wisdom: And Often In Such A Way That It Sounds Like Folly!

That The World Is Not The Embodiment Of An Eternal Rationality Can Be Conclusively Proved By The Fact That The Piece Of The Worldthat We Know--i Mean Our Human Reason--is Not So Very Rational. And If It Is Not Eternally And Completely Wise And Rational, Then The Rest Of The World Will Not Be Either; Here The Conclusion A Minori Ad Majus, A Parte Ad Totum Applies, And Does So With Decisive Force.

I Could Only Believe In A God Who Could Dance... And Now A God Dances Through Me.

Whoever Commits To Paper What He Suffers Becomes A Melancholy Author: But He Becomes A Serious Author When He Tells Us What He Suffered And Why He Now Reposes In Joy.