Histories Are As Perfect As

That There Should One Man Die Ignorant Who Had Capacity For Knowledge, This I Call A Tragedy.

Whose School-hours Are All The Days And Nights Of Our Existence.

It Is Through Symbols That Man Consciously Or Unconsciously Lives, Works And Has His Being.

Goethe's Devil Is A Cultivated Personage And Acquainted With The Modern Sciences; Sneers At Witchcraft And The Black Art Even While Employing Them, And Doubts Most Things, Nay, Half Disbelieves Even His Own Existence.

For The Superior Morality, Of Which We Hear So Much, We Too Would Desire To Be Thankful: At The Same Time, It Were But Blindness To Deny That This Superior Morality Is Properly Rather An Inferior Criminality, Produced Not By Greater Love Of Virtue, But By Greater Perfection Of Police; And Of That Far Subtler And Stronger Police, Called Public Opinion.