And many such good inventions are there, that they are like woman's breasts: useful at the same time, and pleasant.

The lonely one offers his hand too quickly to whomever he encounters.

To die proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly. Death freely chosen, death at the right time, brightly and cheerfully accomplished amid children and witnesses: then a real farewell is still possible, as the one who is taking leave is still there; also a real estimate of what one has wished, drawing the sum of one's life--all in opposition to the wretched and revolting comedy that Christianity has made of the hour of death.

What separates two people most profoundly is a different sense and degree of cleanliness.

Our crime against criminals lies in the fact that we treat them like rascals.

And so, onwards... along a path of wisdom, with a hearty tread, a hearty confidence.. however you may be, be your own source of experience. Throw off your discontent about your nature. Forgive yourself your own self. You have it in your power to merge everything you have lived through- false starts, errors, delusions, passions, your loves and your hopes- into your goal, with nothing left over.

How far is truth susceptible of embodiment? That is the question, that is the experiment.