Loneliness Is One Thing, Solitude Another.

Love Forgives The Lover Even His Lust.

I Despise Mystics, They Fancy Themselves So Deep, When They Aren't Even Superficial.

Whoever Has Character Also Has His Typical Experience, Which Returns Over And Over Again.

All Parties Attempt To Represent Important Things That Have Developed Outside Themselves As Unimportant, And Where They Fail In This They Assail Those Things All The More Bitterly The More Admirable They Are.

He Who Seeks Intelligence Lacks Intelligence.