The pure soul is a pure lie.
What? A great man? I only ever see the ape of his own ideal.
I love him who maketh his virtue his inclination and destiny: thus, for the sake of his virtue, he is willing to live on, or live no more.
There is always a certain noise in applause: even in the applause we give ourselves.
Speaking is a beautiful folly; with that man dances over all things.
If you know the why, you can live any how.