The Final Reward Of The

There Is Nothing That Has Caused Me To Meditate More On Plato's Secrecy And Sphinx-like Nature, Than The Happily Preserved Petit Fait That Under The Pillow Of His Death-bed There Was Found No 'bible,' Nor Anything Egyptian, Pythagorean, Or Platonic - But A Book Of Aristophanes. How Could Even Plato Have Endured Life - A Greek Life Which He Repudiated - Without An Aristophanes!

Whoever Possesses Abundant Joy Must Be A Good Man: But He Is Probably Not The Cleverest Man, Although He Achieves Exactly What It Is That The Cleverest Man Strives With All His Cleverness To Achieve.

All Great Men Are Play Actors Of Their Own Ideal.

Human, All Too Human.

Like Tourists Huffing And Puffing To Reach The Peak We Forget The View On The Way Up.