Praise Is More Obtrusive Than A Reproach.

He Turns All Of His Injuries Into Strengths, That Which Does Not Kill Him Makes Him Stronger, He Is Superman.

Insects Sting, Not From Malice, But Because They Want To Live. It Is The Same With Critics; They Desire Our Blood Not Our Pain.

In Heaven, All The Interesting People Are Missing.

The Wisest Man Would Be The One Richest In Contradictions, Who Has, As It Were, Antennae For All Types Of Men---as Well As His Great Moments Of Grand Harmony---a Rare Accident Even In Us! A Sort Of Planetary Motion---

I Looked For Great Men, But All I Found Were The Apes Of Their Ideals.