Existence Really Is An Imperfect Tense That

People Who Wish To Numb Our Caution In Dealing With Them By Means Of Flattery Are Employing A Dangerous Expedient, Like A Sleeping Draught, Which, If It Does Not Put Us To Sleep, Keeps Us All The More Awake.

When A Scholar Of The Old Culture Vows No Longer To Have Anything To Do With Men Who Believe In Progress, He Is Right. For The Old Culture Has Its Greatness And Goodness Behind It, And An Historical Education Forces One To Admit That It Can Never Again Be Fresh.

In Intercourse With Scholars And Artists One Readily Makes Mistakes Of Opposite Kinds: In A Remarkable Scholar One Not Infrequently Finds A Mediocre Man; And Often, Even In A Mediocre Artist, One Finds A Very Remarkable Man.

To Do Great Things Is Difficult; But To Command Great Things Is More Difficult.

Surrounded By The Flames Of Jealousy, The Jealous One Winds Up, Like The Scorpion, Turning The Poisoned Sting Against Himself.