Strideth Over All Mountains, And Laugheth At

When An Idea Is Just Rising On The Horizon, The Soul's Temperature With Respect To It Is Usually Very Cold. Only Gradually Does The Idea Develop Its Warmth, And It Is Hottest (which Is To Say, Exerting Its Greatest Influence) When Belief In The Idea Is Already Once Again In Decline.

In Music The Passions Enjoy Themselves.

I Looked For Great Men, But All I Found Were The Apes Of Their Ideals.

Do Ask Yourself Why You, The Individual, Exist, And If You Can Get No Other Answer Try For Once To Justify The Meaning Of Your Existence As It Were A Posteriori By Setting Before Yourself An Aim, A Goal, A 'to This End', An Exalted And Noble 'to This End'.

As Soon As We Climb Higher Than Those Who Had At One Time Admired Us, We Appear To Them As Though We Have Sunken And Fallen Down:for, In Any Event, They Had At One Time Supposed That They Were With Us (even If It Were Through Us) On The Heights.