To explore the whole sphere of the modern soul, to have sat in every nook- my ambition, my torture, and my happiness

And you tell me, friends, that there is no disputing taste and tasting? But all life is a dispute over taste and tasting!

There is nothing that has caused me to meditate more on Plato's secrecy and sphinx-like nature, than the happily preserved petit fait that under the pillow of his death-bed there was found no 'Bible,' nor anything Egyptian, Pythagorean, or Platonic - but a book of Aristophanes. How could even Plato have endured life - a Greek life which he repudiated - without an Aristophanes!

Many die too late, and some die too early. Yet strangers soundeth the precept: "Die at the right time!"

You shall not steal! You shall not kill! Such words were once called holy; before them people bowrd their knees and heads, and removed their shoes. But I ask you: where have there ever been better thieves and killers in the world than such holy words have been? Is there not in all of life itself - robbing and killing? And when such words were called holy, was not truth itself thereby - killed?

You lack the courage to be consumed in flames and to become ashes: so you will never become new, and never young again!

Christianity is Platonism for the people.