The End Of A Melody Is Not

But Thought Is One Thing, The Deed Is Another, And The Image Of The Deed Still Another: The Wheel Of Causality Does Not Roll Between Them.

The Good Four. Honest With Ourselves And With Whatever Is Friend To Us; Courageous Toward The Enemy; Generous Toward The Vanquished; Polite-always That Is How The Four Cardinal Virtues Want Us.

A Thought Comes When It Will, Not When I Will.

When One Is Young, One Venerates And Despises Without That Art Of Nuances Which Constitutes The Best Gain Of Life.

Very Early In My Life I Took The Question Of The Relation Of Art To Truth Seriously: Even Now I Stand In Holy Dread In The Face Of This Discordance. My First Book Was Devoted To It. The Birth Of Tragedy Believes In Art On The Background Of Another Belief