A Thing Can Only Live Through A

Knapsack Of The Metaphysicians.- Those Who Boast So Mightily Of The Scientificality Of Their Metaphysics Should Receive No Answer; It Is Enough To Pluck At The Bundle Which, With A Certain Degree Of Embarrassment, They Keep Concealed Behind Their Back; If One Succeeds In Opening It, The Products Of That Scientificality Come To Light, Attended By Their Blushes: A Dear Little Lord God, A Nice Little Immortality, Perhaps A Certain Quantity Of Spiritualism, And In Any Event A Whole Tangled Heap Of 'wretched Poor Sinner' And Pharisee Arrogance.

Whatever May Be Your Desire To Accomplish Great Deeds, The Deep Silence Of Pregnancy Never Comes To You! The Event Of The Day Sweeps You Along Like Straws Before The Wind Whilst Ye Lie Under The Illusion That Ye Are Chasing The Event,-poor Fellows! If A Man Wishes To Act The Hero On The Stage He Must Not Think Of Forming Part Of The Chorus; He Should Not Even Know How The Chorus Is Made Up.

Aphorisms Should Be Peaks - And Those Who Are Addressed, Tall And Lofty. The Air Thin And Pure, Danger Near, And The Spirit Full Of Gay Sarcasm: These Go Well Together.

Every Master Has But One Disciple, And That One Becomes Unfaithful To Him, For He Too Is Destined For Master-ship.

Live So That Thou Mayest Desire To Live Again - That Is Thy Duty - For In Any Case Thou Wilt Live Again!