It is possible that the production of genius is reserved to a limited period of mankind's history.

I have given a name to my pain, and call it "dog".

He who knows not how to plant his will in things at least endows them with some meaning: that is to say, he believes that a will is already present in them (A principle of faith.)

The ascetic makes a necessity of virtue.

Astrology presupposes that the heavenly bodies are regulated in their movements in harmony with the destiny of mortals: the moral man presupposes that that which concerns himself most nearly must also be the heart and soul of things.

There are various eyes. Even the Sphinx has eyes: and as a result there are various truths, and as a result there is no truth.

The wheel and the brake have different duties, but also one in common: to hurt one another.