The Tree That Would Grow

The Love Of Power Is The Demon Of Mankind.

The Tragedy Is That We Cannot Believe The Dogmas Of Religion And Metaphysics If We Have The Strict Methods Of Truth In Heart And Head, But On The Other Hand, We Have Become Through The Development Of Humanity So Tenderly Suffering That We Need The Highest Kind Of Means Of Salvation And Consolation: Whence Arises The Danger That Man May Bleed To Death Through The Truth That He Realises.

Whoever No Longer Finds Greatness In God No Longer Finds It Anywhere--he Must Either Deny It Or Create It.

The Heart And Hand Of Those Who Always Mete Out Become Callous From Always Meting Out.

One Receives As Reward For Much Ennui, Despondency, Boredom -such As A Solitude Without Friends, Books, Duties, Passions Must Bring With It -those Quarter-hours Of Profoundest Contemplation Within Oneself And Nature. He Who Completely Entrenches Himself Against Boredom Also Entrenches Himself Against Himself: He Will Never Get To Drink The Strongest Refreshing Draught From His Own Innermost Fountain.