The Snake Which Cannot Cast Its Skin

Where Does One Not Find That Bland Degeneration Which Beer Produces In The Spirit!

One Sticks To An Opinion Because He Prides Himself On Having Come To It On His Own, And Another Because He Has Taken Great Pains To Learn It And Is Proud To Have Grasped It: And So Both Do So Out Of Vanity.

We Must Remain As Close To The Flowers, The Grass, And The Butterflies As The Child Is Who Is Not Yet So Much Taller Than They Are. We Adults, On The Other Hand, Have Outgrown Them And Have To Lower Ourselves To Stoop Down To Them. It Seems To Me That The Grass Hates Us When We Confess Our Love For It. Whoever Would Partake Of All Good Things Must Understand How To Be Small At Times.

Though The Favourites Of The Gods Die Young, They Also Live Eternally In The Company Of Gods

When An Idea Is Just Rising On The Horizon, The Soul's Temperature With Respect To It Is Usually Very Cold. Only Gradually Does The Idea Develop Its Warmth, And It Is Hottest (which Is To Say, Exerting Its Greatest Influence) When Belief In The Idea Is Already Once Again In Decline.