What Can Everyone Do? Praise

Words Are But Symbols For The Relations Of Things To One Another And To Us; Nowhere Do They Touch Upon Absolute Truth... Through Words And Concepts We Shall Never Reach Beyond The Wall Off Relations, To Some Sort Of Fabulous Primal Ground Of Things.

Books And Drafts Mean Something Quite Different For Different Thinkers. One Collects In A Book The Lights He Was Able To Steal And Carry Home Swiftly Out Of The Rays Of Some Insight That Suddenly Dawned On Him, While Another Thinker Offers Us Nothing But Shadows - Images In Black And Grey Of What Had Built Up In His Soul The Day Before.

"god", "the Immortality Of The Soul", "salvation", "the Beyond"-even As A Child I Had No Time For Such Notions, I Do Not Waste Any Time Upon Them-maybe I Was Never Childish Enough For That?

One Repays A Teacher Badly If One Always Remains Nothing But A Pupil.

Where The Good Begins.- Where The Poor Power Of The Eye Can No Longer See The Evil Impulse As Such Because It Has Become Too Subtle, Man Posits The Realm Of Goodness; And The Feeling That We Have Now Entered The Realm Of Goodness Excites All Those Impulses Which Had Been Threatened And Limited By The Evil Impulses, Like The Feeling Of Security, Of Comfort, Of Benevolence. Hence, The Duller The Eye, The More Extensive The Good. Hence The Eternal Cheerfulness Of The Common People And Of Children. Hence The Gloominess And Grief - Akin To A Bad Conscience - Of The Great Thinkers.