Friends, The Soil Is Poor, We Must

Building Worlds Is Not Enough For The Deeper Urging Mind; But A Loving Heart Sates The Striving Spirit.

Philosophy Is Properly Home-sickness; The Wish To Be Everywhere At Home.

Friends, The Soil Is Poor, We Must Sow Seeds In Plenty For Us To Garner Even Modest Harvests.

The Ideal Of Morality Has No More Dangerous Rival Than The Ideal Of Highest Strength, Of Most Powerful Life. It Is The Maximum Of The Savage.

Many Books Are Longer Than They Seem. They Have Indeed No End. The Boredom That They Cause Is Truly Absolute And Infinite.