In Everything One Thing Is Impossible: Rationality.

We Often Contradict An Opinion For No Other Reason Than That We Do Not Like The Tone In Which It Is Expressed.

One Should Not Wish To Enjoy Where One Does Not Give Joy.

Is Not Wounded Vanity The Mother Of All Tragedies?

Again And Again I Am Brought Up Against It, And Again And Again I Resist It: I Don't Want To Believe It, Even Though It Is Almost Palpable: The Vast Majority Lack An Intellectual Conscience; Indeed, It Often Seems To Me That To Demand Such A Thing Is To Be In The Most Populous Cities As Solitary As In The Desert.

It Is Some Fundamental Certainty Which A Noble Soul Has About Itself, Something Which Is Not To Be Sought, Is Not To Be Found, And Perhaps, Also, Is Not To Be Lost. The Noble Soul Has Reverence For Itself.