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The World Is Poor For Him Who Has Never Been Sick Enough For This 'voluptuousness Of Hell

In The End We Are Always Rewarded For Our Good Will, Our Patience, Fair-mindedness, And Gentleness With What Is Strange.

There Did He Sit Shrivelled In His Chimney Corner, Fretting On Account Of His Weak Legs, World Weary, Will Weary, And One Day He Suffocated Through His Excessive Pity.

The Strongest Have Their Moments Of Fatigue.

In Every Philosophical School, Three Thinkers Succeed One Another In The Following Way: The First Produces Out Of Himself The Sapand Seed, The Second Draws It Out Into Threads And Spins A Synthetic Web, And The Third Waits In This Web For The Sacrificial Victims That Are Caught In It--and Tries To Live Off Philosophy.