Insects sting, not from malice, but because they want to live. It is the same with critics; they desire our blood not our pain.

THE SLOW ARROW OF BEAUTY. The noblest kind of beauty is that which does not transport us suddenly, which does not make stormy and intoxicating impressions such a kind easily arouses disgust but that which slowly filters into our minds.

The higher you ascend, the smaller you appear to the eye of envy. But most of all they hate those who fly.

Speaking generally, punishment hardens and numbs, it produces concentration, it sharpens the consciousness of alienation, it strengthens the power of resistance.

One must learn to love oneself with a wholesome and healthy love, so that one can bear to be with oneself and need not roam.

A martyr's disciples suffer more than the martyr.

Objectivity and justice have nothing to do with one another.