Isn’t my heart holy, more full of life’s beauty, since I fell in love? Why did you like me more when I was prouder and wilder, more full of words, yet emptier? Well, the crowd likes whatever sells in the marketplace; and no one but a slave appreciates violent men. Only those who are themselves […]Read more "Human Applause"
The wisest men follow their own direction. Euripides Greek tragic dramatist (484 BC – 406 BC)Read more "The Wisest…"
you want a god, because you are too weak you need a god, to tell you what’s right and wrong just and unjust you cant decide on your own what is good and evil the complexity of life is what makes it so wonderous, so magnificient so, livable but all you want is to be […]Read more "Ascension"
As every flower fades and as all youth Departs, so life at every stage, So every virtue, so our grasp of truth, Blooms in its day and may not last forever. Since life may summon us at every age Be ready, heart, for parting, new endeavor, Be ready bravely and without remorse To find new […]Read more "Stages"
“For as soon as the distribution of labour comes into being, each man has a particular, exclusive sphere of activity, which is forced upon him and from which he cannot escape. He is a hunter, a fisherman, a herdsman, or a critical critic, and must remain so if he does not want to lose his means of […]Read more "Exclusive Sphere’s of Activity"
Psychoanalysis is a technique to cure excessively suffering in- dividuals ofthe unconsciously misdirected desires and hostilities that weave around them their private webs of unreal terrors and ambivalent attractions; the patient released from these finds himself able to participate with comparative satisfaction in the more realistic fears, hostilities, erotic and religious practices, business enterprises, wars, […]Read more "Psychologies Error"
Fear is an instructor of great sagacity, and the herald of all revolutions. One thing he always teaches, that there is rottenness where he appears. He is a carrion crow, and though you see not well what he hovers for, there is death somewhere. Our property is timid, our laws are timid, our cultivated classes […]Read more "The Carrion Crow"