There Are Men Who Desire Power Simply

In Loneliness, The Lonely One Eats Himself; In A Crowd, The Many Eat Him. Now Choose.

The Slow Arrow Of Beauty. The Noblest Kind Of Beauty Is That Which Does Not Transport Us Suddenly, Which Does Not Make Stormy And Intoxicating Impressions Such A Kind Easily Arouses Disgust But That Which Slowly Filters Into Our Minds.

To Get Into Just Those Situations Where Sham Virtues Will Not Suffice, But Rather Where, As With The Ropedancer On His Rope, One Either Falls Or Stands--or Gets Down.

Illness Is A Clumsy Attempt To Arrive At Health: We Must Come To Nature's Aid With Intellect.

The Bad Gains Respect Through Imitation, The Good Loses It Especially In Art.