Was that life? Well then, once more!

Talking much about oneself can also be a means to conceal oneself.

The charm of knowledge would be small indeed, were it not that there is so much shame to be overcome on the way to it.

It was the sick and decaying who despised the body and earth and invented the heavenly realm and the redemptive drops of blood: but they took even these sweet and gloomy poisons from body and earth. They wanted to escape their own misery, and the stars were too far for them.

Whoever has provoked men to rage against him has always gained a party in his favor, too.

That roguish and cheerful vice, politeness.

The people we keep standing in the anteroom of our favor either start fermenting or turn sour.