Something Unappeased, Unappeasable, Is Within Me.

A Martyr's Disciples Suffer More Than The Martyr.

What A Person Is Begins To Betray Itself When His Talent Weakens--when He Stops Showing What He Can Do. Talent, Too, Is Ornamentation, And Ornamentation, Too, Is A Hiding Place.

There Is Nothing We Like To Communicate To Others As Much As The Seal Of Secrecy Together With What Lies Under It.

Every Power Draws Its Ultimate Consequences At Every Moment.

But Thought Is One Thing, The Deed Is Another, And The Image Of The Deed Still Another: The Wheel Of Causality Does Not Roll Between Them.