We fear our neighbor's hostile mood because we are afraid that this mood will lead him to penetrate our secrets.

The preponderance of pain over pleasure is the cause of our fictitious morality and religion.

Everywhere resoundeth the voices of those who preach death; and the earth is full of those to whom death hath to be preached.

Every step forward is made at the cost of mental and physical pain to someone.

They climb the mountain like beasts, stupid and sweating; it seems that no one bothered to tell them that there are beautiful vistas along the way.

The heart and hand of those who always mete out become callous from always meting out.

My humanity is a constant self-overcoming.