When Anyone Apologizes To Us He Has

We Criticize A Man Or A Book Most Sharply When We Sketch Out Their Ideal.

The Dyed-in-the-wool Teacher Takes Everything Seriously Only With Respect To His Students--himself Included.

Let Us Beware Of Saying That Death Is The Opposite Of Life. The Living Being Is Only A Species Of The Dead, And A Very Rare Species.

Tragedy Is Dead! Poetry Itself Died With It! Away, Away With You, Puny, Stunted Imitators! Away With You To Hades, And Eat Your Fill Of The Old Masters' Crumbs!

I Would Only Believe In A God Who Could Dance. And When I Saw My Devil I Found Him Serious, Thorough, Profound, And Solemn: It Was The Spirit Of Gravity—through Him All Things Fall. Not By Wrath Does One Kill But By Laughter. Come, Let Us Kill The Spirit Of Gravity!