The Inclination To Self-depreciation, To Freely Accepting

I Change Too Quickly: My Today Refutes My Yesterday. When I Ascend I Often Jump Over Steps, And No Step Forgives Me That.

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.

An Attack On The Roots Of Passion Means An Attack On The Roots Of Life.

But This People Has Deliberately Made Itself Stupid, For Nearly A Millennium: Nowhere Have The Two Great European Narcotics, Alcohol And Christianity, Been Abused More Dissolutely.

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