The Great Epochs Of Our Life Come

He Who Fights With Monsters Might Take Care Lest He Thereby Become A Monster. Is Not Life A Hundred Times Too Short For Us To Bore Ourselves?

Anyone Who Has Looked Deeply Into The World May Guess How Much Wisdom Lies In The Superficiality Of Men. The Instinct That Preserves Them Teaches Them To Be Flighty Light, And False.

One Does Well To Put On Gloves When Reading The New Testament. The Proximity Of So Much Uncleanliness Almost Forces One To Do This.

A Sure Way To Irritate People And To Put Evil Thoughts Into Their Heads Is To Keep Them Waiting A Long Time. This Makes Them Immoral.

Out Of Damp And Gloomy Days, Out Of Solitude, Out Of Loveless Words Directed At Us, Conclusions Grow Up In Us Like Fungus: One Morning They Are There, We Know Not How, And They Gaze Upon Us, Morose And Gray. Woe To The Thinker Who Is Not The Gardener But Only The Soil Of The Plants That Grow In Him.