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The Surest Sign That Two People No Longer Speak The Same Language Is That Both Say Ironic Things To One Another But That Neither Senses The Irony.

Thus The Man Who Is Responsive To Artistic Stimuli Reacts To The Reality Of Dreams As Does The Philosopher To The Reality Of Existence; He Observes Closely, And He Enjoys His Observation: For It Is Out Of These Images That He Interprets Life, Out Of These Processes That He Trains Himself For Life.

Living In A Constant Chase After Gain Compels People To Expend Their Spirit To The Point Of Exhaustion.

Every Man Has His Price. This Is Not True. But For Every Man There Exists A Bait Which He Cannot Resist Swallowing. To Win Over Certain People To Something, It Is Only Necessary To Give It A Gloss Of Love Of Humanity, Nobility, Gentleness, Self-sacrifice - And There Is Nothing You Cannot Get Them To Swallow. To Their Souls, These Are The Icing, The Tidbit; Other Kinds Of Souls Have Others.

All Philosophers Make The Common Mistake Of Taking Contemporary Man As Their Starting Point And Of Trying, Through An Analysis Of Him, To[21] Reach A Conclusion. "man" Involuntarily Presents Himself To Them As An Aeterna Veritas As A Passive Element In Every Hurly-burly, As A Fixed Standard Of Things. Yet Everything Uttered By The Philosopher On The Subject Of Man Is, In The Last Resort, Nothing More Than A Piece Of Testimony Concerning Man During A Very Limited Period Of Time.