...this our world, which is so real, with all its suns and milky ways is-nothing.

Just as one spoils the stomach by overfeeding and thereby impairs the whole body, so can one overload and choke the mind by giving it too much nourishment. For the more one reads the fewer are the traces left of what one has read; the mind is like a tablet that has been written over and over. Hence it is impossible to reflect; and it is only by reflection that one can assimilate what one has read. If one reads straight ahead without pondering over it later, what has been read does not take root, but is for the most part lost.

There is not a grain of dust, not an atom that can become nothing, yet man believes that death is the annhilation of his being.

It is with trifles, and when he is off guard, that a man best reveals his character.

Because people have no thoughts to deal in, they deal cards, and try and win one another's money. Idiots!

Every hero is a Samson. The strong man succumbs to the intrigues of the weak and the many; and if in the end he loses all patience he crushes both them and himself.

It is difficult to find happiness within oneself, but it is impossible to find it anywhere else.