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There Is No Greater Joy Than That Of Feeling Oneself A Creator. The Triumph Of Life Is Expressed By Creation.

In Reality, The Past Is Preserved By Itself Automatically.

I Believe That The Time Given To Refutation In Philosophy Is Usually Time Lost. Of The Many Attacks Directed By Many Thinkers Against Each Other, What Now Remains? Nothing, Or Assuredly Very Little. That Which Counts And Endures Is The Modicum Of Positive Truth Which Each Contributes. The True Statement Is, Of Itself, Able To Displace The Erroneous Idea, And Becomes, Without Our Having Taken The Trouble Of Refuting Anyone, The Best Of Refutations.

Some Other Faculty Than The Intellect Is Necessary For The Apprehension Of Reality.

It Seems That Laughter Needs An Echo.