One Is Proud To Worship When He

Everything Good Is The Transmutation Of Something Evil: Every God Has A Devil For A Father.

Success Has Always Been The Greatest Liar - And The "work" Itself Is A Success; The Great Statesman, The Conqueror, The Discoverer Is Disguised By His Creations, Often Beyond Recognition; The "work," Whether Of The Artist Or The Philosopher, Invents The Man Who Has Created It, Who Is Supposed To Have Create It; "great Men," As They Are Venerated, Are Subsequent Pieces Of Wretched Minor Fiction

The Consequences Of Our Actions Take Hold Of Us, Quite Indifferent To Our Claim That Meanwhile We Have 'improved.

And When Your Soul Becometh Great, Then Doth It Become Haughty, And In Your Sublimity There Is Wickedness.

We Must Remain As Close To The Flowers, The Grass, And The Butterflies As The Child Is Who Is Not Yet So Much Taller Than They Are. We Adults, On The Other Hand, Have Outgrown Them And Have To Lower Ourselves To Stoop Down To Them. It Seems To Me That The Grass Hates Us When We Confess Our Love For It. Whoever Would Partake Of All Good Things Must Understand How To Be Small At Times.