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Happiness Is A Fata Morgana. The Only Way To Not End Up Unhappy Is To Not Long For Happiness.

It Is Perhaps Just Dawning On Five Or Six Minds That Physics, Too, Is Only An Interpretation And Exegesis Of The World (to Suit Us, If I May Say So!) And Not A World-explanation.

How Do You Expect To Learn To Dance When You Have Not Even Learned To Walk! And Above The Dancer Is Still The Flyer And His Bliss.

The Patient. The Pine Tree Seems To Listen, The Fir Tree To Wait: And Both Without Impatience: - They Give No Thought To The Little People Beneath Them Devoured By Their Impatience And Their Curiosity.

A Certain Type Of Person Strives To Become A Master Over All, And To Extend His Force, His Will To Power, And To Subdue All That Resists It. But He Encounters The Power Of Others, And Comes To An Arrangement, A Union, With Those That Are Like Him: Thus They Work Together To Serve The Will To Power. And The Process Goes On.