I Have Forgotten My Umbrella.

Could Truth Perhaps Be A Woman Who Has Reasons For Not Permitting Her Reasons To Be Seen? Could Her Name Perhaps Be--to Speak Greek--baubo?... Oh, Those Greeks! They Understood How To Live: To Do That It Is Necessary To Stop Bravely At The Surface, The Fold, The Skin, To Adore The Appearance, To Believe In Forms, In Tones, In Words, In The Whole Olympus Of Appearance! Those Greeks Were Superficial--out Of Profundity!

Here The Spirit Becomes A Lion Who Would Conquer His Freedom And Be Master… Who Is The Great Dragon Whom The Spirit Will No Longer Call Lord And Go? ‘thou Shalt’ Is The Name Of The Great Dragon. But The Spirit Of The Lion Says, ‘i Will.

If Thinking Is Your Fate, Revere This Fate With Divine Honour And Sacrifice To It The Best, The Most Beloved

The Object Of Convalescence Ought To Be To Turn Our Attention To Life: At Other Times, Simply To Our Tasks!

A Good Seat On A Horse Steals Away Your Opponent's Courage And Your Onlooker's Heart-what Reason Is There To Attack? Sit Like One Who Has Conquered?