And if ye cannot be saints of knowledge, then, I pray you, be at least its warriors. They are the companions and forerunners of such saintship.

All words are prejudices.

Antithesis is the narrow gateway through which error most prefers to worm its way towards truth.

Strength is the morality of the man who stands out from the rest, and it is mine.

How far is truth susceptible of embodiment? That is the question, that is the experiment.

The courage of all one really knows comes but late in life.

Everything that is profound loves the mask: the profoundest things have a hatred even of figure and likeness.