It Is Very Noble Hypocrisy Not To

Christianity Is Called The Religion Of Pity.

What A Person Is Begins To Betray Itself When His Talent Weakens--when He Stops Showing What He Can Do. Talent, Too, Is Ornamentation, And Ornamentation, Too, Is A Hiding Place.

We Find Nothing Easier Than Being Wise, Patient, Superior. We Drip With The Oil Of Forbearance And Sympathy, We Are Absurdly Just, We Forgive Everything. For That Very Reason We Ought To Discipline Ourselves A Little; For That Very Reason We Ought To Cultivate A Little Emotion, A Little Emotional Vice, From Time To Time. It May Be Hard For Us; And Among Ourselves We May Perhaps Laugh At The Appearance We Thus Present. But What Of That! We No Longer Have Any Other Mode Of Self-overcoming Available To Us: This Is Our Asceticism, Our Penance.

A Light Has Dawned For Me: I Need Companions, Living Ones, Not Dead Companions And Corpses Which I Carry With Me Wherever I Wish. But I Need Living Companions Who Follow Me Because They Want To Follow Themselves- And Who Want To Go Where I Want To Go.

Become Who You Are!