To The Mean All Becomes Mean.

It Was The Sick And Decaying Who Despised The Body And Earth And Invented The Heavenly Realm And The Redemptive Drops Of Blood: But They Took Even These Sweet And Gloomy Poisons From Body And Earth. They Wanted To Escape Their Own Misery, And The Stars Were Too Far For Them.

In Compassionate Men, Severity Is A Virtue.

The Great Poet Draws His Creations Only From Out Of His Own Reality.

Pity Is The Most Agreeable Feeling Among Those Who Have Little Pride And No Prospects Of Great Conquests.

It Is Perhaps Just Dawning On Five Or Six Minds That Physics, Too, Is Only An Interpretation And Exegesis Of The World (to Suit Us, If I May Say So!) And Not A World-explanation.