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Who Are You Then?" "i Am Part Of That Power Which Eternally Wills Evil And Eternally Works Good.

The First And Last Thing Required Of Genius Is The Love Of Truth. [ger., Das Erste Und Letzte, Was Vom Genie Gefordert Wird, Ist Wahreits-liebe.]

To Be Loved For What One Is, That Is The Greatest Exception. The Great Majority Love In Others Only What They Lend Him; Their Own Selves, Their Version Of Him.

We Can Stand Only A Certain Amount Of Unhappiness; Anything Beyond That Annihilates Us Or Passes Us By, Leaving Us Apathethetic.

Flowers Are The Beautiful Hieroglyphics Of Nature With Which She Indicates How Much She Loves Us.