In Some Remote Corner Of

There Are Expressions And Bulls-eyes Of The Spirit, There Are Epigrams, A Little Handful Of Words, In Which A Whole Culture, A Whole Society Is Suddenly Crystallized.

We Set No Special Value On The Possession Of A Virtue Until We Percieve That It Is Entirely Lacking In Our Adversary.

I Have Found Strength Where One Does Not Look For It: In Simple, Mild, And Pleasant People, Without The Least Desire To Rule -- And, Conversely, The Desire To Rule Has Often Appeared To Me A Sign Of Inward Weakness: They Fear Their Own Slave Soul And Shroud It In A Royal Cloak (in The End, They Still Become The Slaves Of Their Followers, Their Fame, Etc.)

Some Men Are Born Posthumously.

You Are Treading The Path To Your Greatness: No One Shall Follow You Here! Your Passage Has Effaced The Path Behind You, And Above That Path Stands Written: Impossibility.