One Has Been A Poor Spectator Of

Glance Into The World Just As Though Time Were Gone: And Everything Crooked Will Become Straight To You.

But The Worst Enemy You Can Meet Will Always Be Yourself; You Lie In Wait For Yourself In Caverns And Forests. Lonely One, You Are Going The Way To Yourself! And Your Way Goes Past Yourself, And Past Your Seven Devils! You Will Be A Heretic To Yourself And Witch And Soothsayer And Fool And Doubter And Unholy One And Villain. You Must Be Ready To Burn Yourself In Your Own Flame: How Could You Become New, If You Had Not First Become Ashes?

Nothing Seems To Me To Be Rarer Today Then Genuine Hypocrisy. I Greatly Suspect That This Plant Finds The Mild Atmosphere Of Our Culture Unendurable. Hypocrisy Has Its Place In The Ages Of Strong Belief: In Which Even When One Is Compelled To Exhibit A Different Belief One Does Not Abandon The Belief One Already Has.

We Want To Be Poets Of Our Life First Of All In The Smallest Most Everyday Matters.

In Affability There Is No Hatred Of Men, But For That Very Reason There Is All Too Much Contempt For Men.