Though The Favourites Of The Gods Die

Convictions Are More Dangerous Foes Of Truth Than Lies.

I Awoke You From Your Sleep Because I Saw That You Were Having A Nightmare. And Now You Are Cross And Say To Me: "what Are We Supposed To Do Now? Everything Is Still Night!" You Ingrates! You Should Go To Sleep Again And Dream Better.

I Absolutely Cannot See How One Can Later Make Up For Having Failed To Go To A Good School At The Proper Time. For This Is What Distinguishes The Hard School As A Good School From All Others: That Much Is Demanded; And Sternly Demanded; That The Good, Even The Exceptional, Is Demanded As The Norm; That Praise Is Rare, That Indulgence Is Nonexistent; That Blame Is Apportioned Sharply, Objectively, Without Regard For Talent Or Antecedents. What Does One Learn In A Hard School? Obeying And Commanding.

Not To Be Cowardly When It Comes To Our Own Actions! Not To Leave Them In The Lurch!--the Sting Of Conscience Is Indecent.

Wit Is The Epitaph Of An Emotion.