Not Joy Is The Mother Of Dissipation,

Poets And Writers Who Are In Love With The Superlative All Want To Do More Than They Can.

If We Affirm One Moment, We Thus Affirm Not Only Ourselves But All Existence. For Nothing Is Self-sufficient, Neither In Us Ourselves Nor In Things; And If Our Soul Has Trembled With Happiness And Sounded Like A Harp String Just Once, All Eternity Was Needed To Produce This One Event - And In This Single Moment Of Affirmation All Eternity Was Called Good, Redeemed, Justified, And Affirmed.

Kindliness, Friendliness, The Courtesy Of The Heart, Are Ever-flowing Streams Of Non Egoistic Impulses, And Have Given Far More Powerful Assistance To Culture Than Even Those Much More Famous Demonstrations Which Are Called Pity, Mercy, And Self-sacrifice.

It Is Not In How One Soul Approaches Another But In How It Withdraws That I Knowr Its Affinity And Solidarity With The Other.

We Can Destroy Only As Creators