Idleness Is The Beginning Of All Psychology.

What Good Is A Book That Does Not Even Transport Us Beyond All Books?

Success Has Always Been A Great Liar.

I Am A Forest, And A Night Of Dark Trees: But He Who Is Not Afraid Of My Darkness, Will Find Banks Full Of Roses Under My Cypresses.

You Say That I Should Be Your Teacher! See To It That I Am Your Pinion And Not Your Brake.

What Is It That Endowed Things With Meaning, Value, Significance? The Creating Heart, Which Desired, And, Out Of Its Desire, Created. It Created Joy And Woe. It Wanted To Satiate Itself With Woe. We Must Take All The Suffering That Has Been Endured By Men And Animals Upon Ourselves And Affirm It, And Possess A Goal In Which It Acquires Reason.