Many writers are neither spirit nor wine, but rather spirits- of-wine: they can catch fire, and then they give off heat.

Energy wasted on negative ends.

Not to be cowardly when it comes to our own actions! Not to leave them in the lurch!--The sting of conscience is indecent.

Our body is simply a social structure made of many souls.

The devotion of the greatest is to encounter risk and danger, and play dice for death.

Woman is essentially unpeaceful, like the cat, however well she may have trained herself to present an appearance of peace.

The charm of knowledge would be small indeed, were it not that there is so much shame to be overcome on the way to it.