Whatever Does Not Kill Me Makes Me

Man Is Not Equally Moral At All Hours, This Is Well Known. If His Morality Is Judged To Be The Capability For Great Self-sacrificing Resolutions And Self-denial (which, When Continuous And Grown Habitual, Are Called Holiness)

Where One Despises, One Cannot Wage War.

Dreadful Experiences Raise The Question Whether He Who Experiences Them, Is Not Something Dreadful Also.

I Am A Forest, And A Night Of Dark Trees: But He Who Is Not Afraid Of My Darkness, Will Find Banks Full Of Roses Under My Cypresses.

It Quite Often Happens That The Old Man Is Subject To The Delusion Of A Great Moral Renewal And Rebirth, And From This Experience He Passes Judgments On The Work And Course Of His Life, As If He Had Only Now Become Clear-sighted; And Yet The Inspiration Behind This Feeling Of Well-being And These Confident Judgements Is Not Wisdom, But Weariness .