One Should Not Wish To Enjoy Where

What Is New, However, Is Always Evil, Being That Which Wants To Conquer And Overthrow The Old Boundary Markers And The Old Pieties; And Only What Is Old Is Good. The Good Men Are In All Ages Those Who Dig The Old Thoughts, Digging Deep And Getting Them To Bear Fruit - The Farmers Of The Spirit. But Eventually All Land Is Depleted, And The Ploughshare Of Evil Must Come Again And Again.

Human Existence Basically Is──a Never To Be Completed Imperfect Tense.

We Are Doubly Willing To Jump Into The Water After Some One Who Has Fallen In, If There Are People Present Who Have Not The Courage To Do So.

He Who Has Attained The Freedom Of Reason To Any Extent Cannot, For A Long Time, Regard Himself Otherwise Than As A Wanderer On The Face Of The Earth - And Not Even As A Traveler Towards A Final Goal, For There Is No Such Thing. But He Certainly Wants To Observe And Keep His Eyes Open To Whatever Actually Happens In The World; Therefore He Cannot Attach His Heart Too Firmly To Anything Individual; He Must Have In Himself Something Wandering That Takes Pleasure In Change And Transitoriness.

Giving Style” To One’s Character - A Great And Rare Art! It Is Exercised By Those Who See All The Strengths And Weaknesses Of Their Own Natures And Then Comprehend Them In An Artistic Plan Until Everything Appears As Art And Reason And Even Weakness Delights The Eye.