Not Doubt, Certainty Is What

There Are Instances When We Are Like Horses, We Psychologists, And Grow Restless: We See Our Own Shadow Wavering Up And Down Before Us. A Psychologist Must Look Away From Himself In Order To See Anything At All.

...if I Continued To Harbour Any Hope For Music It Lay In The Expectation That A Musician Might Come Who Was Sufficiently Bold, Subtle, Malicious, Southerly, Superhealthy To Confront That Music And In An Immortal Fashion Take Revenge On It.

Scholars Who Become Politicians Are Usually Assigned The Comic Role Of Having To Be The Good Conscience Of State Policy.

Hope, In Its Stronger Forms, Is A Great Deal More Powerful Stimulans To Life Than Any Sort Of Realized Joy Can Ever Be. Man Must Be Sustained In Suffering By A Hope So High That No Conflict With Actuality Can Dash It - So High, Indeed, That No Fulfilment Can Satisfy It: A Hope Reaching Out Beyond This World.

Here One Must Think Profoundly To The Very Basis And Resist All Sentimental Weakness: Life Itself Is Essentially Appropriation, Injury, Conquest Of The Strange And Weak, Suppression, Severity, Obtrusion Of Peculiar Forms, Incorporation, And At The Least, Putting It Mildest, Exploitation - But Why Should One For Ever Use Precisely These Words On Which For Ages A Disparaging Purpose Has Been Stamped?