the brut first knows death when it dies, but man draws consciously nearer to it every hour that he lives; and this makes his life at times a questionable good even to him who has not recognised this character of constant anaihilation in the whole of life.

It is only a man's own fundamental thoughts that have truth and life in them. For it is these that he really and completely understands. To read the thoughts of others is like taking the remains of someone else's meal, like putting on the discarded clothes of a stranger.

Honor means that a man is not exceptional; fame, that he is. Fame is something which must be won; honor, only something which must not be lost.

Human life, like all inferior goods, is covered on the outside with a false glitter; what suffers always conceals itself.

Honor means that a man is not exceptional; fame, that he is.

To be alone is the fate of all great minds—a fate deplored at times, but still always chosen as the less grievous of two evils.

Honour is external conscience, and conscience is inward honour.