Pain Makes Hens And Poets Cackle.

Truly, It Is A Blessing And Not A Blasphemy When I Teach That "above All Things There Stands The Heaven Of Chance, The Heaven Of Innocence, The Heaven Of Accident, The Heaven Of Wantonness".

We Must Repay Goodness And Wickedness: But Why Exactly To The Person Who Has Done Us A Good Or A Wicked Turn?

Books For General Reading Always Smell Bad; The Odor Of Common People Hangs Around Them.

But It Is The Same With Man As With The Tree. The More He Seeketh To Rise Into The Height And Light, The More Vigorously Do His Roots Struggle Earthward, Downward, Into The Dark And Deep — Into The Evil.

One Lives For The Day, One Lives Very Fast, One Lives Very Irresponsibly: Precisely This Is Called "freedom."