Madness Is The Exception In Individuals But

How Lovely It Is That There Are Words And Sounds. Are Not Words And Sounds Rainbows And Illusive Bridges Between Things Which Are Eternally Apart?

There Is An Innocence In Admiration; It Is Found In Those To Whom It Has Never Yet Occurred That They, Too, Might Be Admired Some Day.

There Are No Moral Phenomena At All, But Only A Moral Interpretation Of Phenomena.

When One Speaks Of Humanity, The Idea Is Fundamental That This Is Something Which Separates And Distinguishes Man From Nature. In Reality, However, There Is No Such Separation: "natural" Qualities And Those Called Truly "human" Are Inseparably Grown Together. Man, In His Highest And Noblest Capacities, Is Wholly Nature And Embodies Its Uncanny Dual Character. Those Of His Abilities Which Are Terrifying And Considered Inhuman May Even Be The Fertile Soil Out Of Which Alone All Humanity Can Grow In Impulse, Deed, And Work.

When A Man Has Just Been Greatly Honored And Has Eaten A Little He Is The Most Generous.