The weak and misbegotten shall perish: first principle of our brotherly love. And they shall be given every assistance.

Take a chance and try my fare! It will grow on you, I swear; Soon it will taste good to you!

In solitude the lonely man is eaten up by himself, among crowds by the many.

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

Tolerance is a proof of distrust in one's own ideals.

A strong and well-constituted man digests his experiences (deeds and misdeeds all included) just as he digests his meats, even when he has some tough morsels to swallow.

The grand style arises when beauty wins a victory over the monstrous.