I Have Learned To Walk: Ever Since,

Morality Is: The Mediocre Are Worth More Than The Exceptions ... I Abhore Christianity With A Deadly Hatred.

We Are Praised Or Blamed, As The One Or The Other May Be Expedient, For Displaying To Advantage Our Power Of Discernment.

The Object Of Convalescence Ought To Be To Turn Our Attention To Life: At Other Times, Simply To Our Tasks!

The Love Of One Sole Being Is A Barbarism; For It Will Be Employed To The Detriment Of All The Rest. So Too The Love Of God.

This Life As You Now Live It And Have Lived It, You Will Have To Live Once More And Innumerable Times More; And There Will Be Nothing New In It, But Every Pain And Every Joy And Every Thought And Sigh And Everything Unutterably Small Or Great In Your Life Will Have To Return To You, All In The Same Succession And Sequence - Even This Spider And This Moonlight Between The Trees, And Even This Moment And I Myself. The Eternal Hourglass Of Existence Is Turned Upside Down Again And Again, And You With It, Speck Of Dust!