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Blessed Are The Forgetful: For They Get The Better Even Of Their Blunders.

The Small Force That It Takes To Launch A Boat Into The Stream Should Not Be Confused With The Force Of The Stream That Carries It Along: But This Confusion Appears In Nearly All Biographies.

The Beating Of Drums, Which Delights Young Writers Who Serve A Party, Sounds To Him Who Does Not Belong To The Party Line Like A Rattling Of Chains, And Excites Sympathy Rather Than Admiration.

Art Is Not Merely An Imitation Of The Reality Of Nature, But In Truth A Metaphysical Supplement To The Reality Of Nature, Placed Alongside Thereof For Its Conquest.

One Has Renounced The Great Life When One Renounces War.