I love him who reserveth no share of spirit for himself, but wanteth to be wholly the spirit of his virtue: thus walketh he as spirit over the bridge.

Heaping glowing coals on another person's head is usually misunderstood and comes to nothing because the other person knows just as well that he is in the right and has also given some thought on his own part to heaping coals.

Deep is the well of truth and long does it take to know what has fallen into its depths.

The noble type of man feels himself to be the determiner of values, he does not need to be approved of, he judges 'what harms me is harmful in itself', he knows himself to be that which in general accords honour to things, he creates values.

One can lie with the mouth, but with the accompanying grimace one nevertheless tells the truth.

It is certainly not the least charm of a theory that it is refutable.

To forget one's purpose is the commonest form of stupidity.