To Learn From Our Enemies Is The

Pitch-black Winter Nights Live In My Bones.

There Is Always Some Madness In Love.

Kindliness, Friendliness, The Courtesy Of The Heart, Are Ever-flowing Streams Of Non Egoistic Impulses, And Have Given Far More Powerful Assistance To Culture Than Even Those Much More Famous Demonstrations Which Are Called Pity, Mercy, And Self-sacrifice.

In Order To Be Able Thus To Misjudge, And Thus To Grant Left-handed Veneration To Our Classics, People Must Have Ceased To Know Them. This, Generally Speaking, Is Precisely What Has Happened. For, Otherwise, One Ought To Know That There Is Only One Way Of Honoring Them, And That Is To Continue Seeking With The Same Spirit And With The Same Courage, And Not To Weary Of The Search.

Every Church Is A Stone On The Grave Of A God-man: It Does Not Want Him To Rise Up Again Under Any Circumstances.