Love Forgives The Lover Even His Lust.

The Refinement Of Morality Increases Together With The Refinement Of Fear. Today The Fear Of Disagreeable Feelings In Other People Is Almost The Strongest Of Our Own Disagreeable Feelings.

The Child Is Innocence And Forgetting, A New Beginning, A Game, A Wheel Rolling On Its Own, A Prime Movement, A Sacred Yes.

I Have Been Casting Shadows All My Life Without Caring About How Deeply They Stain My Soul.

That Little Hypocrites And Half-crazed People Dare To Imagine That On Their Account The Laws Of Nature Are Constantly Broken; Such An Enhancement Of Every Kind Of Selfishness To Infinity, To Impudence, Cannot Be Branded With Sufficient Contempt. And Yet Christianity Owes Its Triumph To This Pitiable Flattery Of Personal Vanity.

No Honey Is Sweeter Than That Of Knowledge.