He turns all of his injuries into strengths, that which does not kill him makes him stronger, he is superman.

The only excuse for God is that he doesn't exist.

[Heraclitus had] a regal air of certainty.

I too have been in the underworld, as was Odysseus, and I will often be there again; not only sheep have I sacrificed so as to beable to speak with a few dead souls, but neither have I spared my own blood as well.

You say that I should be your teacher! See to it that I am your pinion and not your brake.

Foolish is my happiness, and foolish things will it speak: it is still too young—so have patience with it!

Of all that is written, I love only what a person hath written with his blood.