The thousand mysteries around us would not trouble but interest us, if only we had cheerful, healthy hearts.
The noble soul reveres itself
When one is young, one venerates and despises without that art of nuances which constitutes the best gain of life.
That roguish and cheerful vice, politeness.
Never to talk about oneself is a very refined form of hypocrisy.
It is our needs that interpret the world; our drives and their For and Against. Every drive is a kind of lust to rule; each one has its perspective that it would like to compel all other drives to accept as a norm.