Epicurus had rage and envy of Plato's superior style.

We seldom break a leg as long as we are climbing wearily upwards in our lives, instead we do it when we start going easy on ourselves and choosing the comfortable paths.

History is nothing more than the belief in the senses, the belief in falsehood.

The surest aid in combating the male's disease of self-contempt is to be loved by a clever woman.

To be ashamed of one's immorality: that is a step on the staircase at whose end one is also ashamed of one's morality.

...lust is only a sweet poison for the weakling, but for those who will with a lion's heart it is the reverently reserved wine of wines.

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.