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He Who Recites Dramatic Works Makes Discoveries About His Own Character.

Tolerance Is A Proof Of Distrust In One's Own Ideals.

We Laugh At A Man Who, Stepping Out Of His Room At The Very Minute When The Sun Is Rising, Says, “it Is My Will That The Sun Shall Rise”; Or At Him Who, Unable To Stop A Wheel, Says, “i Wish It To Roll”; Or, Again, At Him Who, Thrown In A Wrestling Match, Says, “here I Lie, But Here I Wish To Lie.” But, Joking Apart, Do We Not Act Like One Of These Three Persons Whenever We Use The Expression “i Wish”?

The Elimination Of The Will Altogether And The Switching Off Of The Emotions All And Sundry, Is Tantamount To The Elimination Of Reason: Intellectual Castration.

He Who Is Punished Is Never He Who Performed The Deed. He Is Always The Scapegoat.