Of all that is written, I love only what a person hath written with his blood. Write with blood, and thou wilt find that blood is spirit
It is no easy task to understand unfamiliar blood; I hate the reading idlers
He who knoweth the reader, doeth nothing more for the reader. Another century of readers—and spirit itself will stink
Every one being allowed to learn to read, ruineth in the long run not only writing but also thinking
Once spirit was God, then it became man, and now it even becometh populace
He that writeth in blood and proverbs doth not want to be read, but learnt by heart
In the mountains the shortest way is from peak to peak, but for that route thou must have long legs. Proverbs should be peaks, and those spoken to should be big and tall
The atmosphere rare and pure, danger near and the spirit full of a joyful wickedness: thus are things well matched
I want to have goblins about me, for I am courageous. The courage which scareth away ghosts, createth for itself goblins—it wanteth to laugh
I no longer feel in common with you; the very cloud which I see beneath me, the blackness and heaviness at which I laugh—that is your thunder-cloud
Ye look aloft when ye long for exaltation; and I look downward because I am exalted
Who among you can at the same time laugh and be exalted?
He who climbeth on the highest mountains, laugheth at all tragic plays and tragic realities
It is no easy task to understand unfamiliar blood; I hate the reading idlers
He who knoweth the reader, doeth nothing more for the reader. Another century of readers—and spirit itself will stink
Every one being allowed to learn to read, ruineth in the long run not only writing but also thinking
Once spirit was God, then it became man, and now it even becometh populace
He that writeth in blood and proverbs doth not want to be read, but learnt by heart
In the mountains the shortest way is from peak to peak, but for that route thou must have long legs. Proverbs should be peaks, and those spoken to should be big and tall
The atmosphere rare and pure, danger near and the spirit full of a joyful wickedness: thus are things well matched
I want to have goblins about me, for I am courageous. The courage which scareth away ghosts, createth for itself goblins—it wanteth to laugh
I no longer feel in common with you; the very cloud which I see beneath me, the blackness and heaviness at which I laugh—that is your thunder-cloud
Ye look aloft when ye long for exaltation; and I look downward because I am exalted
Who among you can at the same time laugh and be exalted?
He who climbeth on the highest mountains, laugheth at all tragic plays and tragic realities
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