One Could Go On Revising A Prose

Don't Forget That Compared To A Grownup Person Every Baby Is A Genius.

Women Are At Last Becoming Persons First And Wives Second, And That Is As It Should Be.

Here Life Goes On, Even And Monotonous On The Surface, Full Of Lightning, Of Summits And Of Despair, In Its Depths. We Have Now Arrived At A Stage In Life So Rich In New Perceptions That Cannot Be Transmitted To Those At Another Stage - One Feels At The Same Time Full Of So Much Gentleness And So Much Despair - The Enigma Of This Life Grows, Grows, Drowns One And Crushes One, Then All Of A Sudden In A Supreme Moment Of Light One Becomes Aware Of The Sacred.

The Price Of Being Oneself Is So High And Involves So Much Ruthlessness Toward Others (or What Looks Like Ruthlessness In Our Duty-bound Culture) That Very Few People Can Afford It.

All Great People Are Humble Because Great People Have Great Work And Are Humbled By The Largeness Of Their Dreams.