I Love Him Who Reserveth No Share

One's Own Self Is Well Hidden From One's Own Self; Of All Mines Of Treasure, One's Own Is The Last To Be Dug Up.

When Man Does Not Have Firm, Calm Lines On The Horizon Of His Life- Mountain And Forest Lines, As It Were- Then A Man's Innermost Will Becomes Agitated, Preoccupied, And Wistful.

Who Can Attain To Anything Great If He Does Not Feel In Himself The Force And Will To Inflict Great Pain? The Ability To Suffer Is A Small Matter: In That Line, Weak Women And Even Slaves Often Attain Masterliness. But Not To Perish From Internal Distress And Doubt When One Inflicts Great Suffering And Hears The Cry Of It That Is Great, That Belongs To Greatness.

Is It Not Better To Fall Into The Hands Of A Murderer, Than Into The Dreams Of A Lustful Woman?

Under Peaceful Conditions A Warlike Man Sets Upon Himself.