What Is Good? All That Heightens The

There Are People Who Are So Presumptuous That They Know No Other Way To Praise A Greatness That They Publicly Admire Than By Representing It As A Preliminary Stage And Bridge Leading To Themselves.

My Wisdom Has Long Accumulated Like A Cloud, It Becomes Stiller And Darker. So Does All Wisdom Which Shall One Day Bear Lightnings.

Moderation Sees Itself As Beautiful; It Is Unaware That In The Eye Of The Immoderate It Appears Black And Sober And Consequently Ugly-looking.

Everything Goes, Everything Comes Back; Eternally Rolls The Wheel Of Being. Everything Dies, Everything Blossoms Again; Eternally Runs The Year Of Being. Everything Breaks, Everything Is Joined Anew; Eternally The Same House Of Being Is Built. Everything Parts, Everything Greets Every Other Thing Again; Eternally The Ring Of Being Remains Faithful To Itself. In Every Now, Being Begins; Round Every Here Rolls The Sphere There. The Center Is Everywhere. Bent Is The Path Of Eternity.

A Joke Is An Epigram On The Death Of A Feeling.