In The Dark, Time Feels

Our Greatest Experiences Are Our Quietest Moments.

Free Will Appears Unfettered, Deliberate; It Is Boundlessly Free, Wandering, The Spirit. But Fate Is A Necessity; Unless We Believe That World History Is A Dream-error, The Unspeakable Sorrows Of Mankind Fantasies, And That We Ourselves Are But The Toys Of Our Fantasies. Fate Is The Boundless Force Of Opposition Against Free Will. Free Will Without Fate Is Just As Unthinkable As Spirit Without Reality, Good Without Evil. Only Antithesis Creates The Quality.

Remorse.-- Never Yield To Remorse, But At Once Tell Yourself: Remorse Would Simply Mean Adding To The First Act Of Stupidity A Second.

Good Manners Disappear In Proportion As The Influence Of A Court And An Exclusive Aristocracy Lessens; This Decrease Can Be Plainly Observed From Decade To Decade By Those Who Have An Eye For Public Behavior, Which Grows Visibly.

Every Week We Ought To Have One Hour For Recieving Letters, Then Go Take A Bath.