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But The Worst Enemy You Can Meet Will Always Be Yourself; You Lie In Wait For Yourself In Caverns And Forests. Lonely One, You Are Going The Way To Yourself! And Your Way Goes Past Yourself, And Past Your Seven Devils! You Will Be A Heretic To Yourself And Witch And Soothsayer And Fool And Doubter And Unholy One And Villain. You Must Be Ready To Burn Yourself In Your Own Flame: How Could You Become New, If You Had Not First Become Ashes?

There Is Something Laughable About The Sight Of Authors Who Enjoy The Rustling Folds Of Long And Involved Sentences: They Are Trying To Cover Up Their Feet.

Fanatics Are Picturesque, Mankind Would Rather See Gestures Than Listen To Reasons.

As Though "the Truth" Were Such An Innocent And Incompetent Creature As To Require Protectors!

There Is Not Enough Love And Goodness In The World To Permit Giving Any Of It Away To Imaginary Beings.