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Most Observers Of The French Revolution, Especially The Clever And Noble Ones, Have Explained It As A Life-threatening And Contagious Illness. They Have Remained Standing With The Symptoms And Have Interpreted These In Manifold And Contrary Ways. Some Have Regarded It As A Merely Local Ill. The Most Ingenious Opponents Have Pressed For Castration. They Well Noticed That This Alleged Illness Is Nothing Other Than The Crisis Of Beginning Puberty.

A Hero Is One Who Knows How To Hang On One Minute Longer.

The Badge Of Honesty Is Simplicity.

Before Abstraction Everything Is One, But One Like Chaos; After Abstraction Everything Is United Again, But This Union Is A Free Binding Of Autonomous, Self-determined Beings. Out Of A Mob A Society Has Developed, Chaos Has Been Transformed Into A Manifold World.

If The World Is A Precipitation Of Human Nature, So To Speak, Then The Divine World Is A Sublimation Of The Same. Both Occur In One Act. No Precipitation Without Sublimation. What Goes Lost There In Agility, Is Won Here.