A book can never be anything more than the impression of its author’s thoughts. The value of these thoughts lies either in the matter about which he has thought, or in the form in which he develops his matter — that is to say, what he has thought about it.

Knowledge is to certain extent a second existence.

Honor has not to be won; it must only not be lost.

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.

Life is neither to be wept over nor to be laughed at but to be understood.

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.

Restlessness is the hallmark of existence.