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The Grand Style Follows Suit With All Great Passion. It Disdains To Please, It Forgets To Persuade. It Commands. It Wills.

Rendering Oneself Unarmed When One Had Been The Best-armed, Out Of A Height Of Feeling-that Is The Means To Real Peace, Which Must Always Rest On A Peace Of Mind.

The State Lies In All Languages Of Good And Evil; And Whatever It Says, It Lies-and Whatever It Has, It Has Stolen.

The Word 'christianity' Is Already A Misunderstanding - In Reality There Has Been Only One Christian, And He Died On The Cross.

I Still Live, I Still Think: I Still Have To Live, For I Still Have To Think.