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A Desire For Truth Is By No Means A Need For Certitude And It Would Be Unwise To Confuse One With The Other.

The Very Act Of Sacrifice Magnifies The One Who Sacrifices Himself To The Point Where His Sacrifice Is Much More Costly To Humanity Than Would Have Been The Loss Of Those For Whom He Is Sacrificing Himself. But In His Abnegation Lies The Secret Of His Grandeur.

The Artist Who Is After Success Lets Himself Be Influenced By The Public. Generally Such An Artist Contributes Nothing New, For The Public Acclaims Only What It Already Knows, What It Recognizes.

It Is With Noble Sentiments That Bad Literature Gets Written.

To What A Degree The Same Past Can Leave Different Marks - And Especially Admit Of Different Interpretations.