It is good to know what a man is, and also what the world takes him for. But you do not understand him until you have learnt how he understands himself.

It is by a wise economy of nature that those who suffer without change, and whom no one can help, become uninteresting. Yet so it may happen that those who need sympathy the most often attract it the least.

Our live experiences, fixed in aphorisms, stiffen into cold epigrams. Our heart's blood, as we write it, turns to mere dull ink.

The Self has turned out to mean so many things, to mean them so ambiguously, and to be so wavering in its application, that we do not feel encouraged.

His mind is so open - so open that ideas simply pass through it.

I can myself conceive of nothing else than the experienced.

The world is the best of all possible worlds, and everything in it is a necessary evil.