Jealousy is a grievous passion that jealously seeks what causes grief.
I would love to be able to write a tragedy in my imagination--it would turn into a masterpiece.
At certain times, men regard poetry merely as a bright flame, but to women it was, and always will be, a warm fire.
The old harlot, German philosophy, has finally turned into a church lady.
Metaphysics must be based on what exists, for it has the task of explicating it.
If someone were to think that trees are made to support the sky, they would all seem too short.