France Lost A Great Novel Last Night.

Wherever The Turkish Hoof Trods, No Grass Grows.

The Hand Which Moves Over The Dial Moves Also Among Souls.

We Do Not Comprehend Everything, But We Insult Nothing.

Diamonds Are Found Only In The Dark Bowels Of The Earth; Truths Are Found Only In The Depths Of Thought. It Seemed To Him That After Descending Into Those Depths After Long Groping In The Blackest Of This Darkness, He Had At Last Found One Of These Diamonds, One Of These Truths, And That He Held It In His Hand; And It Blinded Him To Look At It. (pg. 231)

One Of The Hardest Tasks Is To Extract Continually From One's Soul An Almost Inexhaustible Ill Will.