The happiness of man is: I will. The happiness of woman is: he wills. 'Behold , just now the world ... entire love. And woman must obey and find a depth for her surface. Surface is the disposition of woman: a mobile, stormy film over shallow water. Man's disposition, however, is deep; his river roars in subterranean caves: woman feels his strength but does not comprehend it.

Everything that is profound loves the mask: the profoundest things have a hatred even of figure and likeness.

To become wise you have to want to experience certain experiences, and so to run into their open jaws. This is very dangerous, tobe sure; many a "wise man" has been eaten up in doing so.

Are you one who looks on? or lends a hand? - or who looks away, sidles off?...Third question for the conscience.

I love the great despisers because they are the great adorers.

One will rarely err if extreme actions be ascribed to vanity, ordinary actions to habit, and mean actions to fear.

Clever people are never credited with their follies: what a deprivation of human rights!