"The Holy Ghost," Luther instructs us, "is not a skeptic." Not everyone can be, and that is really too bad.
Woes and wonders of power, that tonic hell, synthesis of poison and panacea.
Skepticism is the elegance of anxiety.
To act is to anchor in the imminent future.
Only one endowed with restless vitality is susceptible to pessimism. You become a pessimist-a demonic, elemental, bestial pessimist-only when life has been defeated many times in its fight against depression.
A people represents not so much an aggregate of ideas and theories as of obsessions.