We no longer love our knowledge enough once we have passed it on.

Insects sting, not from malice, but because they want to live. It is the same with critics; they desire our blood not our pain.

Man is the cruelest animal.

He who recites dramatic works makes discoveries about his own character.

How did reason come into the world? As is fitting, in an irrational manner, by accident. One will have to guess at it as at a riddle.

Great men's errors are to be venerated as more fruitful than little men's truths.

To the mediocre, mediocrity is a form of happiness.