This Is The Hardest Of All: To

Behold, I Am Weary Of My Wisdom, Like A Bee That Has Gathered Too Much Honey; I Need Hands Outstretched To Receive It.

Have You Noticed There Are No Interesting People In Heaven? -just A Hint To The Girls As To Where They Can Find Their Salvation.

How Poisonous, How Crafty, How Bad, Does Every Long War Make One, Which Cannot Be Waged Openly By Means Of Force!

But Thus I Counsel You, My Friends: Mistrust All In Whom The Impulse To Punish Is Powerful. They Are People Of A Low Sort And Stock; The Hangmen And The Bloodhound Look Out Of Their Faces. Mistrust All Who Talk Much Of Their Justice! Verily, Their Souls Lack More Than Honey. And When They Call Themselves The Good And The Just, Do Not Forget That They Would Be Pharisees, If Only They Had-power.

Pity Is The Most Pleasant Feeling In Those Who Have Not Much Pride And Have No Prospect Of Great Conquests; For Them The Easy Prey - And That Is What All Who Suffer Are - Is Enchanting.