If There Is To Be Art, If

Those Who Are Slow To Know Suppose That Slowness Is The Essence Of Knowledge.

Our Vanity Is Hardest To Wound Precisely When Our Pride Has Just Been Wounded.

No Shepherd And One Herd! Everybody Wants The Same, Everybody Is The Same: Whoever Feels Different Goes Voluntarily Into A Madhouse.

O Voltaire! O Humanity! O Idiocy! There Is Something Ticklish In "the Truth," And In The Search For The Truth; And If Man Goes About It Too Humanely-"il Ne Cherche Le Vrai Que Pour Faire Le Bien"-i Wager He Finds Nothing!

I Love Him Who Loveth His Virtue: For Virtue Is The Will To Down-going, And An Arrow Of Longing.