Morality which is based on ideas, or on an ideal, is an unmitigated evil.

But then peace, peace! I am so mistrustful of it: so much afraid that it means a sort of weakness and giving in.

Only at his maximum does an individual surpass all his derivative elements, and become purely himself. And most people never get there. In his own pure individuality a man surpasses his father and mother, and is utterly unknown to them.

Nothing but love has made the dog lose his wild freedom, to become the servant of man.

When the emotional soul receives a wounding shock, the soul seems to recover as the body recovers. But this is only in appearance. Slowly, slowly the wound to the soul begins to make itself felt, like a bruise, which only slowly deepens its terrible ache, till it fills all the psyche. And when we think we have recovered and forgotten, it is then that the terrible after-effects have to be encountered at their worst.

Never trust the teller, trust the tale.

I hold that the parentheses are by far the most important parts of a non-business letter.