Weariness that wants to reach the ultimate with one leap, with one fatal leap, a poor ignorant weariness that does not want to want any more: this created all gods and afterworlds.

One should die proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly.

The humanity of famous intellectuals lies in being wrong with gracious courtesy when dealing with those who are not famous.

When self control is lacking in small things, the ability to apply it to matters of importance withers away. Every day in which one does not at least deny himself some trifle is badly spent and a threat to the day following.

When I contemplated purpose I also contemplated chance and foolishness.

The mother of excess is not joy but joylessness.

There are no limits to God's compassion with Paradises over their one universally felt want: he immediately created other animals besides. God's first blunder: Man didn't find the animals amusing, - he dominated them and didn't even want to be an 'animal.'