What surrounds us we endure better for giving it a name - and moving on.

Progress is the injustice each generation commits with regard to its predecessors.

Anyone can escape into sleep, we are all geniuses when we dream, the butcher's the poet's equal there.

There is no limit to suffering.

In a republic, that paradise of debility, the politician is a petty tyrant who obeys the laws.

Philosophy is a corrective against sadness. Yet there still are people who believe in the profundity of philosophy!

Word - that invisible dagger.