I Love The Great Despisers Because They

Love Brings To Light A Lover's Noble And Hidden Qualities-his Rare And Exceptional Traits: It Is Thus Liable To Be Deceptive Of His Normal Qualities.

In Praise There Is More Obtrusiveness Than In Blame.

Of What Is Great One Must Either Be Silent Or Speak With Greatness. With Greatness--that Means Cynically And With Innocence.

I And Me Are Always Too Deeply In Conversation.

Again And Again I Am Brought Up Against It, And Again And Again I Resist It: I Don't Want To Believe It, Even Though It Is Almost Palpable: The Vast Majority Lack An Intellectual Conscience; Indeed, It Often Seems To Me That To Demand Such A Thing Is To Be In The Most Populous Cities As Solitary As In The Desert.