Song forbids victorious deeds to die.

But how is the artist to protect himself against the corruption of the age which besets him on all sides?

Man, one may say, was never in such a completely animal condition; but he has, on the other hand, never escaped from it.

Man is never so authentically himself as when at play.

Satisfied if they themselves can escape from the hard labour of thought, they willingly abandon to others the guardianship of their thoughts.

Man is made of ordinary things, and habit is his nurse.

He who neglects the present moment throws away all he has.