THE SUFFERING OF GENIUS AND ITS VALUE. The artistic genius desires to give pleasure, but if his mind is on a very high plane he does not easily find anyone to share his pleasure; he offers entertainment but nobody accepts it. That gives him, in certain circumstances, a comically touching pathos; for he has no right to force pleasure on men. He pipes, but none will dance: can that be tragic?

Blessed are the forgetful: for they get the better even of their blunders.

All modern philosophizing is political, policed by governments, churches, academics, custom, fashion, and human cowardice, all off which limit it to a fake learnedness.

The English are a nation of consummate cant.

The love of one sole being is a barbarism; for it will be employed to the detriment of all the rest. So too the love of God.

One is proud to worship when he cannot be an idol.

We do not place especial value on the possession of a virtue until we notice its total absence in our opponent.