Where neither love nor hatred is in the game, a woman's game is mediocre.

A refined soul is distressed to know that someone owes it thanks; a crude soul, to know that it owes someone thanks.

The trodden worm curls up. This testifies to its caution. It thus reduces its chances of being trodden upon again. In the language of morality: Humility.

In every party there is one person who, through his dotingly credulous enunciation of party principles, incites the other members to defection.

How much truth can a spirit bear, how much truth can a spirit dare? ... that became for me more and more the real measure of value.

We feign pity when we want to demonstrate our ascendancy over feelings of hostility: but usually in vain. Whenever we notice this,there is an accompanying surge in those hostile sensations.

We must be physicists in order to be creative since so far codes of values and ideals have been constructed in ignorance of physics or even in contradiction to physics.