The Tree That Would Grow To Heaven

Our Body Is Simply A Social Structure Made Of Many Souls.

Woman Is Essentially Unpeaceful, Like The Cat, However Well She May Have Trained Herself To Present An Appearance Of Peace.

Could Truth Perhaps Be A Woman Who Has Reasons For Not Permitting Her Reasons To Be Seen? Could Her Name Perhaps Be--to Speak Greek--baubo?... Oh, Those Greeks! They Understood How To Live: To Do That It Is Necessary To Stop Bravely At The Surface, The Fold, The Skin, To Adore The Appearance, To Believe In Forms, In Tones, In Words, In The Whole Olympus Of Appearance! Those Greeks Were Superficial--out Of Profundity!

The Problem Of Culture Is Seldom Grasped Correctly. The Goal Of A Culture Is Not The Greatest Possible Happiness Of A People, Noris It The Unhindered Development Of All Their Talents; Instead, Culture Shows Itself In The Correct Proportion Of These Developments. Its Aim Points Beyond Earthly Happiness: The Production Of Great Works Is The Aim Of Culture.

The Followers Of A Great Man Often Put Their Eyes Out, So That They May Be The Better Able To Sing His Praise.