Great Indebtedness Does Not Make Men Grateful,

Books For All The World Are Always Foul-smelling Books: The Smell Of Small People Clings To Them.

In Constructing Concepts, We Overlook The Fact That No Two Things Are The Same. There Is No Such Thing As The Concept Of A Leaf, Only Billions And Billions Of Leaves.

Faced With A World Of "modern Ideas" Which Would Like To Banish Everyone Into A Corner And A "specialty," A Philosopher, If There Could Be A Philosopher These Days, Would Be Compelled To Establish The Greatness Of Mankind, The Idea Of "greatness," On The Basis Of His Own Particular Extensive Range And Multiplicity, His Own Totality In The Midst Of Diversity.

The Suffering Of Genius And Its Value. The Artistic Genius Desires To Give Pleasure, But If His Mind Is On A Very High Plane He Does Not Easily Find Anyone To Share His Pleasure; He Offers Entertainment But Nobody Accepts It. That Gives Him, In Certain Circumstances, A Comically Touching Pathos; For He Has No Right To Force Pleasure On Men. He Pipes, But None Will Dance: Can That Be Tragic?

Whoever Thought That He Had Understood Something Of Me Had Merely Construed Something Out Of Me, After His Own Image.