Not Joy Is The Mother Of Dissipation,

A Man Who Has Depths In His Shame Meets His Destiny And His Delicate Decisions Upon Paths Which Few Ever Reach . . .

We Are Unknown To Ourselves, We Men Of Knowledge - And With Good Reason. We Have Never Sought Ourselves - How Could It Happen That We Should Ever Find Ourselves? It Has Rightly Been Said: "where Your Treasure Is, There Will Your Heart Be Also"; Our Treasure Is Where The Beehives Of Our Knowledge Are.

When One Does Away With Oneself One Does The Most Estimable Thing Possible: One Thereby Almost Deserves To Live.

It Says Nothing Against The Ripeness Of A Spirit That It Has A Few Worms.

When Horror Is Associated With What Is Harmful, Evil Results, When Disgust Does, Badness.