Today a man of knowledge might well feel as though he were God transformed into an animal.

Some die too young, some die too old; the precept sounds strange, but die at the right age.

Anyone who has declared someone else to be an idiot, a bad apple, is annoyed when it turns out in the end that he isn't.

Why is it that wellnesses are not as contagious as illnesses--generally speaking, but also especially regarding taste? Or are there epidemics of health?

The familiarity of superiors embitters one, because it may not be returned.

Strength is the morality of the man who stands out from the rest, and it is mine.

The really historical performance would talk to ghosts.