A good aphorism is too hard for the tooth of time, and is not worn away by all the centuries, although it serves as food for every epoch.
We no longer love our knowledge enough once we have passed it on.
Every extension of knowledge arises from making the conscious the unconscious.
Love is a state in which a man sees things most decidedly as they are not.
Free will without fate is no more conceivable than spirit without matter, good without evil.
I do not mean to moralise but to those who do, I would give this advice : if you mean ultimately to deprive the best things and states of all all honour and worth then continue to talk about them as you have been doing!