One is fruitful only at the cost of being rich in contradictions.
Wit is the epitaph of an emotion.
We love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving.
The trodden worm curls up. This testifies to its caution. It thus reduces its chances of being trodden upon again. In the language of morality: Humility.
The grand style arises when beauty wins a victory over the monstrous.
In the end we are always rewarded for our good will, our patience, fair-mindedness, and gentleness with what is strange.