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.

I hate who steals my solitude, without really offer me in exchange company.

He who bestows something great receives no gratitude; for in accepting it the recipient has already been weighed down too much.

Will, pure will, without the troubles and complexities of intellect - how happy! how free!

Speaking is a beautiful folly; with that man dances over all things.

Unconsciously we seek the principles and opinions which are suited to our temperament, so that at last it seems as if these principles and opinions had formed our character and given it support and stability.

That is an artist as I would have an artist be, modest in his needs: he really wants only two things, his bread and his art--panemet Circen.