What? A Great Man? I

I Love The Great Despisers Because They Are The Great Adorers.

The More You Let Yourself Go, The Less Others Let You Go.

Behold! I Am Weary Of My Wisdom, Like The Bee That Has Gathered Too Much Honey; I Need Hands Outstretched To Take It From Me. I Wish To Spread It And Bestow It, Until The Wise Have Once More Become Joyous In Their Folly, And The Poor Happy In Their Riches.

Yet Tell Me, My Brothers: If A Goal For Humanity Is Still Lacking, Is There Not Still Lacking--humanity Itself?

He Who Knows Himself To Be Profound Endeavors To Be Clear; He Who Would Like To Appear Profound To The Crowd Endeavors To Be Obscure.