The So-called Paradoxes Of An Author, To

Women's Modesty Generally Increases With Their Beauty.

Gradually It Has Become Clear To Me What Every Great Philosophy So Far Has Been: Namely, The Personal Confession Of Its Author And A Kind Of Involuntary And Unconscious Memoir.

"this - Is Now My Way - Where Is Yours"? Thus Did I Answer Those Who Asked Me "the Way". For The Way - It Does Not Exist!

The Great Works Are Produced In Such An Ecstasy Of Love That They Must Always Be Unworthy Of It, However Great Their Worth Otherwise.

My Formula For Happiness: A Yes, A No, A Straight Line, A Goal.