A Useless Life Is An

Impotent Hatred Is The Most Horrible Of All Emotions; One Should Hate Nobody Whom One Cannot Destroy.

Animals, We Have Been Told, Are Taught By Their Organs. Yes, I Would Add, And So Are Men, But Men Have This Further Advantage That They Can Also Teach Their Organs In Return.

When We See The Many Grave-stones Which Have Fallen In, Which Have Been Defaced By The Footsteps Of The Congregation, Which Lie Buried Under The Ruins Of The Churches, That Have Themselves Crumbled Together Over Them; We May Fancy The Life After Death To Be As A Second Life, Into Which Man Enters In The Figure, Or The Picture Or The Inscription, And Lives Longer There Than When He Was Really Alive. But This Figure Also, This Second Existence, Dies Out Too, Sooner Or Later. Time Will Not Allow Himself To Be Cheated Of His Rights With The Monuments Of Men Or With Themselves.

The Little That Is Completed, Vanishes From The Sight Of One Who Looks Forward To What Is Still To Do.

What Is The Path? There Is No Path. On Into The Unknown.