Tolerance - the function of an extinguished ardor - tolerance cannot seduce the young.

Ideas come as you walk, Nietzsche said. Walking dissipates thoughts, Shankara taught.

Death makes no sense except to people who have passionately loved life. How can one die without having something to part from? Detachment is a negation of both life and death. Whoever has overcome his fear of death has also triumphed over life. For life is nothing but another word for this fear.

We rightly scorn those who have no made use of their defects, who have not exploited their deficiencies, and have not been enriched by their losses, as we despise any man who does not suffer at being a man or simply at being. Hence no graver insult can be inflicted than to call someone 'happy', no greater flattery than to grant him a 'vein of melancholy'... This is because gaiety is link to no important action and because, except for the mad, no one laughs when he is alone.

I have all the defects of other people yet everything they do seems to me inconceivable.

By virtue of depression, we recall those misdeeds we buried in the depths of our memory. Depression exhumes our shames.

Wisdom disguises our wounds; it teaches us how to bleed in secret.