What Is Good? All That Enhances The

The Really Historical Performance Would Talk To Ghosts.

We Find Nothing Easier Than Being Wise, Patient, Superior. We Drip With The Oil Of Forbearance And Sympathy, We Are Absurdly Just, We Forgive Everything. For That Very Reason We Ought To Discipline Ourselves A Little; For That Very Reason We Ought To Cultivate A Little Emotion, A Little Emotional Vice, From Time To Time. It May Be Hard For Us; And Among Ourselves We May Perhaps Laugh At The Appearance We Thus Present. But What Of That! We No Longer Have Any Other Mode Of Self-overcoming Available To Us: This Is Our Asceticism, Our Penance.

What Saved Me Then? Nothing But Pregnancy. And Each Time After I Had Given Birth To My Work My Life Hung Suspended By A Thin Thread.

The Bite Of Conscience, Like The Bite Of A Dog Into A Stone, Is A Stupidity.

Whoever Wants To Set A Good Example Must Add A Grain Of Foolishness To His Virtue: Then Others Can Imitate And Yet At The Same Time Surpass The One They Imitate-which Human Beings Love To Do.