The Author Must Keep His Mouth Shut

Man Is Not Equally Moral At All Hours, This Is Well Known. If His Morality Is Judged To Be The Capability For Great Self-sacrificing Resolutions And Self-denial (which, When Continuous And Grown Habitual, Are Called Holiness)

"state," I Call It, Where They All Drink Poison, The Good And The Wicked; "state," Where They All Lose Themselves, The Good And The Wicked; "state," Where They All Call Their Slow Suicide-"life."

The Happiness Of Man Is: I Will. The Happiness Of Woman Is: He Wills.

A Good Seat On A Horse Steals Away Your Opponent's Courage And Your Onlooker's Heart-what Reason Is There To Attack? Sit Like One Who Has Conquered?

When We Dream About Those Who Are Long Since Forgotten Or Dead, It Is A Sign That We Have Undergone A Radical Transformation And That The Ground On Which We Live Has Been Completely Dug Up: Then The Dead Rise Up, And Our Antiquity Becomes Modernity.