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

I was in darkness, but I took three steps and found myself in paradise. The first step was a good thought, the second, a good word; and the third, a good deed.

Free will without fate is no more conceivable than spirit without matter, good without evil.

In our own presence, we all pretend to be simpler than we are: thus we take a break from our fellow human beings.

Loneliness is one thing, solitude another.

Nothing can be done about it: every master has but a single pupil--and he will not stay loyal to him--for he is also destined to become a master.

To our strongest impulse, to the tyrant in us, not only our reason but also our conscience yields.