A joke is an epigram on the death of a feeling.

Strong currents drag many stones and bushes along with them, strong intellects many dense and muddled minds.

Every man who has declared that some other man is an ass or a scoundrel, gets angry when the other man conclusively shows that the assertion was erroneous.

Perhaps no one as yet has been truthful enough about what "truthfulness" is.

Be careful who you choose as your enemy because that's who you become most like.

Forgetting: that is a divine capacity. And whoever aspires to the heights and wants to fly must cast off much that is heavy and make himself light--I call it a divine capacity for lightness.

So live your life of obedience and of war! What matter about long life! What warrior wisheth to be spared!