What? A Great Man? I Only Ever

I Love Him Who Loveth His Virtue: For Virtue Is The Will To Down-going, And An Arrow Of Longing.

I Hate Who Steals My Solitude, Without Really Offer Me In Exchange Company.

The Strongest Knowledge (that Of The Total Freedom Of The Human Will) Is Nonetheless The Poorest In Successes: For It Always Has The Strongest Opponent, Human Vanity.

Every Tradition Grows Continually More Venerable, And The More Remote Its Origins, The More This Is Lost Sight Of. The Veneration Paid The Tradition Accumulates From Generation To Generation, Until It At Last Becomes Holy And Excites Awe.

Extreme Positions Are Not Succeeded By Moderate Ones But By Extreme Positions Of The Opposite Kind.