The Few Assume To Be The Deputies,

God Is, As It Were, The Sewer Into Which All Contradictions Flow.

No Man Is A Hero To His Valet. This Is Not Because The Hero Is No Hero, But Because The Valet Is A Valet.

What The English Call "comfortable" Is Something Endless And Inexhaustible. Every Condition Of Comfort Reveals In Turn Its Discomfort, And These Discoveries Go On For Ever. Hence The New Want Is Not So Much A Want Of Those Who Have It Directly, But Is Created By Those Who Hope To Make Profit From It.

Once The State Has Been Founded, There Can No Longer Be Any Heroes. They Come On The Scene Only In Uncivilized Conditions.

History Is Not The Soil Of Happiness. The Periods Of Happiness Are Blank Pages In It.