The Melancholia Of Everything Completed!

It Is Not The Strengths, But The Durations Of Great Sentiments That Make Great Men.

There Are Instances When We Are Like Horses, We Psychologists, And Grow Restless: We See Our Own Shadow Wavering Up And Down Before Us. A Psychologist Must Look Away From Himself In Order To See Anything At All.

There Will Be But Few People Who, When At A Loss For Topics Of Conversation, Will Not Reveal The More Secret Affairs Of Their Friends.

Truths Are Illlusions Which We Have Forgotten Are Illusions.

What Is New, However, Is Always Evil, Being That Which Wants To Conquer And Overthrow The Old Boundary Markers And The Old Pieties; And Only What Is Old Is Good. The Good Men Are In All Ages Those Who Dig The Old Thoughts, Digging Deep And Getting Them To Bear Fruit - The Farmers Of The Spirit. But Eventually All Land Is Depleted, And The Ploughshare Of Evil Must Come Again And Again.