One Can Promise Actions, But Not Feelings,

It Is Only Great Pain--that Slow, Sustained Pain That Takes Its Time, In Which We Are, As It Were, Burned With Smoldering Green Firewood--that Forces Us Philosophers To Sink To Our Ultimate Profundity And To Do Away With All The Trust, Everything Good-natured, Veil-imposing, Mild And Middling, On Which We May Have Previously Based Our Humanity. I Doubt That Such A Pain Makes Us 'better'--but I Know That It Makes Us Deeper.

There Are Horrible People Who, Instead Of Solving A Problem, Tangle It Up And Make It Harder To Solve For Anyone Who Wants To Deal With It. Whoever Does Not Know How To Hit The Nail On The Head Should Be Asked Not To Hit It At All.

Whatever Does Not Kill Me Makes Me Stronger.

Truth As Circe. - Error Has Transformed Animals Into Men; Is Truth Perhaps Capable Of Changing Man Back Into An Animal?

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