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All Idealists Imagine That The Causes They Serve Are Fundamentally Better Than Any Other Causes In The World, And They Refuse To Believe That If Their Cause Is To Flourish At All It Requires Precisely The Same Foul-smelling Manure That Is Necessary To All Other Human Undertakings.

What Do We Have In Common With The Rosebud, Which Trembles Because A Drop Of Dew Lies On Its Body?

Love And Hatred Are Not Blind, But Are Blinded By The Fire They Bear Within Themselves.

The More Abstract The Truth You Wish To Teach, The More Must You Allure The Senses To It.

You Lack The Courage To Be Consumed In Flames And To Become Ashes: So You Will Never Become New, And Never Young Again!