In his lonely solitude, the solitary man feeds upon himself; in the thronging multitude, the many feed upon him. Now choose.

I love him who loveth his virtue: for virtue is the will to down-going, and an arrow of longing.

Idleness is the beginning of all psychology. What? Could it be that psychology is ? a vice?

All credibility, all good conscience, all evidence of truth come only from the senses.

The people we keep standing in the anteroom of our favor either start fermenting or turn sour.

Shackled heart, free spirit.--Whoever binds his heart tightly and imprisons it may indulge his spirit in many liberties: I have already said that once. But no one believes me unless he already knows.

One must give value to their existence by behaving as if ones very existence were a work of art.