Man hoards himself when he has nothing to give away.

Evil, which is our companion all our days, is not to be treated as a foe. It is wrong to cocker vice, but we grow narrow and pithless if we are furtive about it, for this is at best a pretense, and the sage knows good and evil are kindred. The worst of men harm others, and the best injure themselves.

We are uneasy with an affectionate man, for we are positive he wants something of us, particularly our love.

Genius, like truth, has a shabby and neglected mien.

Of all the animals on earth, none is so brutish as man when he seeks the delirium of coition.

Man is at the nadir of his stregth when the Earth, the seas, the mountains are not in him, for without them his soul is unsourced, and he has no images by which to abide.

It is hideous and coarse to assume that we can do something for others-and it is vile not to endeavor to do it.