Mistrust Those In Whom The Urge To

Man's Maturity: To Have Regained The Seriousness That He Had As A Child At Play.

I Know My Fate. One Day My Name Will Be Tied To The Memory Of Something Monstrous - A Crisis Without Equal On Earth.... I Am No Man, I Am Dynamite!

When Man Does Not Have Firm, Calm Lines On The Horizon Of His Life- Mountain And Forest Lines, As It Were- Then A Man's Innermost Will Becomes Agitated, Preoccupied, And Wistful.

Man Demands Truth And Fulfills This Demand In Moral Intercourse With Other Men; This Is The Basis Of All Social Life. One Anticipates The Unpleasant Consequences Of Reciprocal Lying. From This There Arises The Duty Of Truth. We Permit Epic Poets To Lie Because We Expect No Detrimental Consequences In This Case. Thus The Lie Is Permitted Where It Is Considered Something Pleasant. Assuming That It Does No Harm, The Lie Is Beautiful And Charming.

He Who Knows Not How To Plant His Will In Things At Least Endows Them With Some Meaning: That Is To Say, He Believes That A Will Is Already Present In Them (a Principle Of Faith.)