[heraclitus Had] A Regal Air Of Certainty.

We Laugh At A Man Who, Stepping Out Of His Room At The Very Minute When The Sun Is Rising, Says, “it Is My Will That The Sun Shall Rise”; Or At Him Who, Unable To Stop A Wheel, Says, “i Wish It To Roll”; Or, Again, At Him Who, Thrown In A Wrestling Match, Says, “here I Lie, But Here I Wish To Lie.” But, Joking Apart, Do We Not Act Like One Of These Three Persons Whenever We Use The Expression “i Wish”?

Everyone Becomes Brave When He Observes One Who Despairs.

Whoever Turns Away From Us Might Not Offend Us In Doing So Perhaps, But He Certainly Offends Our Followers.

Who Can Attain To Anything Great If He Does Not Feel In Himself The Force And Will To Inflict Great Pain? The Ability To Suffer Is A Small Matter: In That Line, Weak Women And Even Slaves Often Attain Masterliness. But Not To Perish From Internal Distress And Doubt When One Inflicts Great Suffering And Hears The Cry Of It That Is Great, That Belongs To Greatness.

Exhaustion Is The Shortest Way To Equality And Fraternity.