But Every Soil Becomes Finally Exhausted, And

Discontent Is The Seed Of Ethics.

One Must Still Have Chaos In Oneself To Be Able To Give Birth To A Dancing Star.

Improvements Are Invented Only By Those Who Can Feel That Something Is Not Good.

We Must Beware Of One Who Is In A Passion Against Us As Of One Who Has Once Sought Our Life; For The Fact That We Still Live Is Due To The Absence Of Power To Kill, - If Looks Could Kill, We Should Have Been Dead Long Ago.

When We Stand The Truth On Its Head We Generally Fail To Notice That Our Head Is Not Standing Where It Should Be Standing Either.