Deep is the well of truth and long does it take to know what has fallen into its depths.

A letter is an unannounced visit, the postman the agent of rude surprises. One ought to reserve an hour a week for receiving letters and afterwards take a bath.

I despise mystics, they fancy themselves so deep, when they aren't even superficial.

In what does the objective measure of value lie? In the quantum of enhanced and organized power alone, in accordance with what occurs in all occurrence, a will to increase.

Strideth over all mountains, and laugheth at all tragedies

Jealous is every virtue of the others, and a dreadful thing is jealousy. Even virtues may succumb by jealousy.

What is the greatest thing ye can experience? It is the hour of great contempt. The hour in which even your happiness becometh loathsome unto you, and so also your reason and virtue.