Talking much about oneself can also be a means to conceal oneself.

That which does not kill us makes us stronger.

Love forgives the lover even his lust.

Behold! I am weary of my wisdom, like the bee that has gathered too much honey; I need hands outstretched to take it from me. I wish to spread it and bestow it, until the wise have once more become joyous in their folly, and the poor happy in their riches.

The arrogance that accompanies merit offends us even more than the arrogance of people who are lacking in merit: since merit itself offends us.

When I contemplated purpose I also contemplated chance and foolishness.

In loneliness, the lonely one eats himself; in a crowd, the many eat him. Now choose.