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It Is Not From Reason That Justice Springs, But Goodness Is Born Of Wisdom.

We Are Never The Same With Others As When We Are Alone. We Are Different, Even When We Are In The Dark With Them.

(there Is) No Other Means Of Escaping From One's Consciousness Than To Deny It, To Look Upon It As An Organic Disease Of The Terrestrial Intelligence - A Disease Which We Must Endeavor To Cure By An Action Which Must Appear To Us An Action Of Violent And Willful Madness, But Which, On The Other Side Of Our Appearances, Is Probably An Action Of Health. ("of Immortality")

Each Man Has To Seek Out His Own Special Aptitude For A Higher Life In The Midst Of The Humble And Inevitable Reality Of Daily Existence. Than This, There Can Be No Nobler Aim In Life.

Silence Is The Element In Which Great Things Fashion Themselves Together ... Speech Is Too Often ... The Act Of Quite Stifling And Suspending Thought, So That There Is None To Conceal ... Speech Is Of Time, Silence Is Of Eternity ... It Is Idle To Think That, By Means Of Words, Any Real Communication Can Ever Pass From One Man To Another.