Ultimately one loves one's desires and not that which is desired.

That the world is a divine game and beyond good and evil:Min this the Vedanta philosophy and Heraclitus are my predecessors.

The people we keep standing in the anteroom of our favor either start fermenting or turn sour.

Only ideas won by walking have any value.

The ascetic makes a necessity of virtue.

When one is young, one venerates and despises without that art of nuances which constitutes the best gain of life.

Just as soon as we notice that someone has to force himself to pay attention when dealing and talking with us, we have a valid demonstration that he does not love us or that he does not love us anymore.