If You Go To See The Woman,

Every Word Has Its Fragrance: There Is A Harmony And A Disharmony Of Fragrances, And Hence Of Words.

The Man Who Meets With A Failure Attributes This Failure Rather To The Ill Will Of Another Than To Fate.

The Greatest Progress That The Human Race Has Made Lies In Learning How To Make Correct Inferences.

One Must Shed The Bad Taste Of Wanting To Agree With Many. "good" Is No Longer Good When One's Neighbor Mouths It. And How Should There Be A "common Good"! The Term Contradicts Itself: Whatever Can Be Common Always Has Little Value. In The End It Must Be As It Is And Always Has Been: Great Things Remain For The Great, Abysses For The Profound, Nuances And Shudders For The Refined, And, In Brief, All That Is Rare For The Rare.

Love And Hatred Are Not Blind, But Are Blinded By The Fire They Bear Within Themselves.