Living In A Constant Chase After Gain

When The Gratitude Of Many To One Throws Away All Shame, We Behold Fame.

Modern Science Has As Its Object As Little Pain As Possible, As Long A Life As Possible - Hence A Sort Of Eternal Blessedness, But Of A Very Limited Kind In Comparison With The Promises Of Religion.

Fanatics Are Picturesque, Mankind Would Rather See Gestures Than Listen To Reasons.

Good Prose Is Written Only Face To Face With Poetry.

The Most Spiritual Men, As The Strongest, Find Their Happiness Where Others Would Find Their Destruction: In The Labyrinth, In Hardness Against Themselves And Others, In Experiments. Their Joy Is Self-conquest: Asceticism Becomes In Them Nature, Need, And Instinct. Difficult Tasks Are A Privilege To Them; To Play With Burdens That Crush Others, A Recreation. Knowledge-a Form Of Asceticism. They Are The Most Venerable Kind Of Man: That Does Not Preclude Their Being The Most Cheerful And The Kindliest.