One Should Not Wish To Enjoy Where

A Bad Conscience Is Easier To Cope With Than A Bad Reputation.

. . . An Absurd Problem Came To The Surface: 'how Could God Permit That (crucifixion Of Jesus Christ)!' . . . The Deranged Reason Of The Little Community Found Quite A Frightfully Absurd Answer: God Gave His Son For Forgiveness, As A Sacrifice . . . The Sacrifice For Guilt, And Just In Its Most Repugnant And Barbarous Form - The Sacrifice Of The Innocent For The Sins Of The Guilty! What Horrifying Heathenism!

What Makes One Heroic? - Going Out To Meet At The Same Time One's Highest Suffering And One's Highest Hope.

I Devote Myself To What I Love The Most, And For This Very Reason I Hesitate To Designate It With Lofty Words: I Do Not Want To Risk Believing That It Is A Sublime Compulsion, A Law, Which I Obey: I Love What I Love The Most Too Much To Wish To Appear To It As One Compelled.

Good Deeds Shun The Light As Anxiously As Evil Deeds: The Latter Fear That Disclosure Will Bring On Pain (as Punishment), While The Former Fear That Disclosure Will Take Away Pleasure (that Pure Pleasure, That Pleasure Per Se, Which Immediately Ceases Once The Vanity's Satisfaction Is Added).