In The Ancients, One Sees The Accomplished

Irony Is The Form Of Paradox. Paradox Is What Is Good And Great At The Same Time.

Imagination Must First Be Filled To The Point Of Saturation With Life Of Every Kind Before The Moment Arrives When The Friction Of Free Sociability Electrifies It To Such An Extent That The Most Gentle Stimulus Of Friendly Or Hostile Contact Elicits From It Lightning Sparks, Luminous Flashes, Or Shattering Blows.

Just As The Romans Were The Only Nation That Was Truly A Nation, So Our Age Is The First Genuine Age.

Original Love Never Appears In Pure Form, But In Manifold Veils And Shapes, Such As Confidence, Humility, Reverence, Serenity, Asfaithfulness And Modesty, As Gratefulness; But Primarily As Longing And Wistful Melancholy.

It Is Individuality Which Is The Original And Eternal Within Man; Personality Doesn't Matter So Much. To Pursue The Education And Development Of This Individuality As One's Highest Vocation Would Be A Divine Egoism.