That Which Does Not Kill Us Makes

One Will Seldom Go Wrong If One Attributes Extreme Actions To Vanity, Average Ones To Habit, And Pretty Ones To Fear.

One Must Still Have Chaos In Oneself To Be Able To Give Birth To A Dancing Star.

A Subject For A Great Poet Would Be God's Boredom After The Seventh Day Of Creation.

When Self Control Is Lacking In Small Things, The Ability To Apply It To Matters Of Importance Withers Away. Every Day In Which One Does Not At Least Deny Himself Some Trifle Is Badly Spent And A Threat To The Day Following.

To Become Wise You Have To Want To Experience Certain Experiences, And So To Run Into Their Open Jaws. This Is Very Dangerous, Tobe Sure; Many A "wise Man" Has Been Eaten Up In Doing So.