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It Is Thus Only This Personal Feeling Of Misery That We Get Rid Of By Acts Of Pity.

Christianity Has The Rancor Of The Sick At Its Very Core-the Instinct Against The Healthy, Against Health. Everything That Is Well-constructed, Proud, Gallant And, Above All, Beautiful Gives Offense To Its Ears And Eyes.

An Attack On The Roots Of Passion Means An Attack On The Roots Of Life.

What The Sense Feeleth, What The Spirit Discerneth, Hath Never Its End In Itself. But Sense And Spirit Would Fain Persuade Thee That They Are The End Of All Things: So Vain Are They.

Lightning And Thunder Need Time, The Light Of The Stars Needs Time, Deeds Need Time, Even After They Are Done, To Be Seen And Heard.