Happiness Is A Fata Morgana. The Only

At A Certain Place In Beethoven's Ninth Symphony, For Example, He Might Feel That He Is Floating Above The Earth In A Starry Dome, With The Dream Of Immortality In His Heart; All The Stars Seem To Glimmer Around Him, And The Earth Seems To Sink Ever Deeper Downwards.

Madness Is Not A Consequence Of Uncertainty But Of Certainty.

Great Indebtedness Does Not Make Men Grateful, But Vengeful; And If A Little Charity Is Not Forgotten, It Turns Into A Gnawing Worm.

Man Alone Resists The Direction Of Gravitation: He Constantly Wants To Fall--upwards.

But It Is The Same With Man As With The Tree. The More He Seeketh To Rise Into The Height And Light, The More Vigorously Do His Roots Struggle Earthward, Downward, Into The Dark And Deep — Into The Evil.