We Must Take Precautions Against Being Prematurely

Free Will Without Fate Is No More Conceivable Than Spirit Without Matter, Good Without Evil.

For Out Of Fear And Need Each Religion Is Born, Creeping Into Existence On The Byways Or Reason.

He That Humbleth Himself Wishes To Be Exalted.

Tragedy Is Dead! Poetry Itself Died With It! Away, Away With You, Puny, Stunted Imitators! Away With You To Hades, And Eat Your Fill Of The Old Masters' Crumbs!

In Solitude There Grows What Anyone Brings Into It, The Inner Beast Too. Therefore Solitude Is Inadvisable To Many.