Not joy is the mother of dissipation, but joylessness.

Man is something that is to be surpassed.

Inexperienced girls flatter themselves with the notion that it is in their power to make a man happy.

Sometimes we owe a friend to the lucky circumstance that we give him no cause for envy.

One must first be firmly set in oneself, one must stand securely on one's own two legs otherwise one cannot love at all.

The higher you ascend, the smaller you appear to the eye of envy. But most of all they hate those who fly.

In the end one only experiences oneself.