In a certain sense the Good is comfortless.
May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.
A first sign of the beginning of understanding is the wish to die.
It is often safer to be in chains than to be free.
Association with human beings lures one into self-observation.
They did not know what we can now guess at, contemplating the course of history: that change begins in the soul before it appears in ordinary existence.