Enjoying Praise Is In Some People Merely

Insects Sting, Not From Malice, But Because They Want To Live. It Is The Same With Critics; They Desire Our Blood Not Our Pain.

We Should Consider Every Day Lost On Which We Have Not Danced At Least Once.

A Man Who Wills Commands Something Within Himself That Renders Obedience, Or That He Believes Renders Obedience.

As Soon As We Are Shown The Existence Of Something Old In A New Thing, We Are Pacified.

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.