Love Is More Afraid Of Change Than

What Does It Matter Whether I Am Shown To Be Right! I Am Right Too Much!--and He Who Laughs Best Today Will Also Laugh Last.

There Is Always A Certain Noise In Applause: Even In The Applause We Give Ourselves.

Because We Have For Millenia Made Moral, Aesthetic, Religious Demands On The World, Looked Upon It With Blind Desire, Passion Or Fear, And Abandoned Ourselves To The Bad Habits Of Illogical Thinking, This World Has Gradually Become So Marvelously Variegated, Frightful, Meaningful, Soulful, It Has Acquired Color - But We Have Been The Colorists: It Is The Human Intellect That Has Made Appearances Appear And Transported Its Erroneous Basic Conceptions Into Things.

The Perfect Woman Perpetrates Literature As She Perpetrates A Small Sin: As An Experiment, In Passing, Glancing Around To See Whether Anybody Notices--and To Make Sure That Somebody Notices.

Epicurus Had Rage And Envy Of Plato's Superior Style.