Whatever does not kill me makes me stronger.

Spirit is the life that itself cuts into life: with its own torment it increases its own knowledge. Did you already know that?

Some die too young, some die too old; the precept sounds strange, but die at the right age.

The individual has always to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe.

Not joy is the mother of dissipation, but joylessness.

Light for some time to come will have to be called darkness.

Enduring habits I hate.... Yes, at the very bottom of my soul I feel grateful to all my misery and bouts of sickness and everything about me that is imperfect, because this sort of thing leaves me with a hundred backdoors through which I can escape from enduring habits.