Give up bearing children and bear hope and love and devotion to those already born.

The weakness of modern tragedy[is that] transgression against the social code is made to bring destruction, as though the social code worked our irrevocable fate.

One doesn't know, till one is a bit at odds with the world, how much one's friends who believe in one rather generously, mean to one.

And besides, look at elder flowers and bluebells-they are a sign that pure creation takes place - even the butterfly. But humanity never gets beyond the caterpillar stage -it rots in the chrysalis, it never will have wings.It is anti-creation, like monkeys and baboons.

Build then the ship of death, for you must take the longest journey, to oblivion.

One sheds one's sicknesses in books - repeats and presents again one's emotions, to be master of them.

I've never seen a wild thing feel sorry for itself.