Character Is A Perfectly Educated Will.

Philosophy Is Properly Home-sickness; The Wish To Be Everywhere At Home.

Everywhere We Seek The Absolute, And Always We Find Only Things.

One Can Not Understand Language Because Language Cannot Understand Itself; Does Not Want To Understand

Blood Will Stream Over Europe Until The Nations Become Aware Of The Frightful Madness Which Drives Them In Circles. And Then, Struck By Celestial Music And Made Gentle, They Approach Their Former Altars All Together, Hear About The Works Of Peace, And Hold A Great Celebration Of Peace With Fervent Tears Before The Smoking Altars.

We Never Completely Comprehend Ourselves, But We Can Do Far More Than Comprehend.