In Music The Passions Enjoy Themselves.

Behold, I Am Weary Of My Wisdom, Like A Bee That Has Gathered Too Much Honey; I Need Hands Outstretched To Receive It.

What Europe Owes To The Jews? - Many Things, Good And Bad, And Above All One Thing Of The Nature Both Of The Best And The Worst: The Grand Style In Morality, The Fearfulness And Majesty Of Infinite Demands, Of Infinite Significations, The Whole Romanticism And Sublimity Of Moral Questionableness - And Consequently Just The Most Attractive, Ensnaring, And Exquisite Element In Those Iridescences And Allurements To Life, In The Aftersheen Of Which The Sky Of Our European Culture, Its Evening Sky, Now Glows - Perhaps Glows Out.

Around The Hero Everything Turns Into A Tragedy, Around The Demigod, A Satyr-play, And Around God--what? Perhaps A "world"?

He Divines Remedies Against Injuries; He Knows How To Turn Serious Accidents To His Own Advantage; Whatever Does Not Kill Him Makes Him Stronger

We Often Refuse To Accept An Idea Merely Because The Tone Of Voice In Which It Has Been Expressed Is Unsympathetic To Us.