To Our Strongest Impulse, To

As Soon As We Climb Higher Than Those Who Had At One Time Admired Us, We Appear To Them As Though We Have Sunken And Fallen Down:for, In Any Event, They Had At One Time Supposed That They Were With Us (even If It Were Through Us) On The Heights.

The Hour When You Say, "what Does My Happiness Matter? It Is Poverty And Filth, And A Wretched Complacency. Yet My Happiness Should Justify Existence Itself!

All Parties Attempt To Represent Important Things That Have Developed Outside Themselves As Unimportant, And Where They Fail In This They Assail Those Things All The More Bitterly The More Admirable They Are.

The Most Intelligent Men, Like The Strongest, Find Their Happiness Where Others Would Find Only Disaster: In The Labyrinth, In Being Hard With Themselves And With Others, In Effort; Their Delight Is Self-mastery; In Them Asceticism Becomes Second Nature, A Necessity, As Instinct.

A Strong And Well-constituted Man Digests His Experiences (deeds And Misdeeds All Included) Just As He Digests His Meats, Even When He Has Some Tough Morsels To Swallow.