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My Solitude Doesn’t Depend On The Presence Or Absence Of People; On The Contrary, I Hate Who Steals My Solitude Without, In Exchange, Offering Me True Company.

We Find Nothing Easier Than Being Wise, Patient, Superior. We Drip With The Oil Of Forbearance And Sympathy, We Are Absurdly Just, We Forgive Everything. For That Very Reason We Ought To Discipline Ourselves A Little; For That Very Reason We Ought To Cultivate A Little Emotion, A Little Emotional Vice, From Time To Time. It May Be Hard For Us; And Among Ourselves We May Perhaps Laugh At The Appearance We Thus Present. But What Of That! We No Longer Have Any Other Mode Of Self-overcoming Available To Us: This Is Our Asceticism, Our Penance.

All Prejudices May Be Traced Back To The Intestines. A Sedentary Life Is The Real Sin Against The Holy Ghost.

Since Men Do Not Really Respect Anything Unless It Was Established Long Ago And Has Developed Slowly Over Time, Those Who Want Tokeep On Living After Their Death Must Take Worry Not Only About Their Future Generations But Even More About Their Past: That Is Why Tyrants Of All Kinds (including Tyrannical Artists And Politicians) Like To Do Violence To History, So That It Will Appear As A Preparation And Stepladder To Themselves.

The Strongest Knowledge (that Of The Total Freedom Of The Human Will) Is Nonetheless The Poorest In Successes: For It Always Has The Strongest Opponent, Human Vanity.