Sleep Is No Mean Art.

When One Speaks Of Humanity, The Idea Is Fundamental That This Is Something Which Separates And Distinguishes Man From Nature. In Reality, However, There Is No Such Separation: "natural" Qualities And Those Called Truly "human" Are Inseparably Grown Together. Man, In His Highest And Noblest Capacities, Is Wholly Nature And Embodies Its Uncanny Dual Character. Those Of His Abilities Which Are Terrifying And Considered Inhuman May Even Be The Fertile Soil Out Of Which Alone All Humanity Can Grow In Impulse, Deed, And Work.

The Criminal Is Quite Frequently Not Equal To His Deed: He Belittles And Slanders It.

They Devour Each Other And Cannot Even Digest Themselves.

A Great Value Of Antiquity Lies In The Fact That Its Writings Are The Only Ones That Modern Men Still Read With Exactness.

What We Call Truths Are Just Those Errors That We Cannot Give Up.