there they laugh: they do not understand me; I am not the mouth for these ears.
Perhaps man will rise ever higher as soon as he ceases to flow out into a god.
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The golden fleece of self-sufficiency guards against cudgel- blows but not against pin-pricks.
I have forgotten my umbrella.
Truly, it is a blessing and not a blasphemy when I teach that "above all things there stands the heaven of chance, the heaven of innocence, the heaven of accident, the heaven of wantonness".