Winter, a bad guest, sitteth with me at home; blue are my hands with his friendly handshaking

Silence is worse; all truths that are kept silent become poisonous.

One must renounce the bad taste of wishing to agree with many people.

We cannot even reproduce our thoughts entirely in words.

In every party there is one person who, through his dotingly credulous enunciation of party principles, incites the other members to defection.

Do you suppose that sacrifice is the hallmark of moral action?--Just stop to consider whether sacrifice is not involved in every action that is done with deliberation, the worst as well as the best.

Who has not for the sake of his reputation sacrificed himself?