There Will Be But Few People Who,

I Love The Valiant; But It Is Not Enough To Wield A Broadsword, One Must Also Know Against Whom.

All Great Men Are Play Actors Of Their Own Ideal.

In His Lonely Solitude, The Solitary Man Feeds Upon Himself; In The Thronging Multitude, The Many Feed Upon Him. Now Choose.

One Should Part From Life As Odysseus Parted From Nausicaa-blessing It Rather Than In Love With It.

Indeed, What Forces Us At All To Suppose That There Is An Essential Opposition Of 'true' And 'false'? Is It Not Sufficient To Assume Degrees Of Apparentness And, As It Were, Lighter And Darker Shadows And Shades Of Appearance- Different 'values', To Use The Language Of Painters?