They devour each other and cannot even digest themselves.

It seems to me that to take a book of mine into his hands is one of the rarest distinctions that anyone can confer upon himself. I even assume that he removes his shoes when he does so-not to speak of boots.

Our destiny rules over us, even when we are not yet aware of it; it is the future that makes laws for our today.

I do not give alms; I am not poor enough for that.

Love of one is a piece of barbarism: for it is practised at the expense of all others. Love of God likewise.

What separates two people most profoundly is a different sense and degree of cleanliness.

What is bad? -Everything that arises from weakness.