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I Became An Ardent, But Never A Specially Good, Dancer.

What [nietzsche] Calls Slave Morality Is To Him Purely Spite-morality; And This Spite-morality Gave New Names To All Ideals. Thus Impotence, Which Offers No Reprisal, Became Goodness; Craven Baseness Became Humility; Submission To Him Who Was Feared Became Obedience; Inability To Assert One's Self Became Reluctance To Assert One's Self, Became Forgiveness, Love Of One's Enemies. Misery Became A Distinction

The Appalling Thing About War Is That It Kills All Love Of Truth.

I Did Not Know What It Was To Be Happy For A Whole Day At A Time, Scarcely For An Hour.

My First Experiences Of Academic Friendship Made Me Smile In After Years When I Looked Back On Them. But My Circle Of Acquaintances Had Gradually Grown So Large That It Was Only Natural New Friendships Should Grow Out Of It.