We No Longer Love Our Knowledge Enough

We Count The Courtesies Accorded Us By Unpopular People As Offenses.

[heraclitus Had] The Highest Form Of Pride [stemming] From A Certainty Of Belief In The Truth As Grasped By Himself Alone. He Brings This Form, By Its Excessive Development, Into A Sublime Pathos By Involuntary Identification Of Himself With His Truth.

I Have Given A Name To My Pain, And Call It "dog".

For As Long As They Praise You, Never Forget That It Is Not Yet Your Own Path That You Walk, But Another Person's.

Assuming That We Have Trained Our Imagination To Denounce The Past, We Will Not Suffer Much From Unfulfilled Wishes.