In The Ancients, One Sees The Accomplished

Considered Subjectively, Philosophy Always Begins In The Middle, Like An Epic Poem.

An Aphorism Ought To Be Entirely Isolated From The Surrounding World Like A Little Work Of Art And Complete In Itself Like A Hedgehog.

If One Writes Or Reads Novels From The Point Of View Of Psychology, It Is Very Inconsistent And Petty To Want To Shy Away From Even The Slowest And Most Detailed Analysis Of The Most Unnatural Lusts, Gruesome Tortures, Shocking Infamy, And Disgusting Sensual Or Spiritual Impotence.

As Long As The Artist Invents And Is Inspired, He Remains In A Constrained State Of Mind, At Least For The Purpose Of Communication. He Then Wants To Say Everything, Which Is The Wrong Tendency Of Young Geniuses Or The Right Prejudice Of Old Bunglers. Thus, He Fails To Recognize The Value And Dignity Of Self-restraint, Which Is Indeed For Both The Artist And The Man The First And The Last, The Most Necessary And The Highest Goal.

Honor Is The Mysticism Of Legality