Blessed Are The Blind, For

Morality Has Been Conceived Up To The Present In A Very Narrow Spirit, As Obedience To A Law, As Inner Struggle Between Opposite Laws. As For Me, I Declare That When I Do Good I Obey No One, I Fight No Battle And Win No Victory. The Cultivated Person Has Only To Follow The Delicious Incline Of His Or Her Inner Impulses. Be Beautiful And Then Do At Each Moment Whatever Your Heart May Inspire You To Do. This Is The Whole Of Morality.

The Epic Disappeared Along With The Age Of Personal Heroism; There Can Be No Epic With Artillery.

Getting Its History Wrong Is Part Of Being A Nation.

Let Us Remember That Sorrow Alone Is The Creator Of Great Things.

To Have Common Glories In The Past, A Common Will In The Present; To Have Done Great Things Together, To Will To Do The Like Again, — Such Are The Essential Conditions For The Making Of A People.