Your enemy shall ye seek; your war shall ye wage, and for the sake of your thoughts! And if your thoughts succumb, your uprightness shall still shout triumph thereby!

With sturdy shoulders, space stands opposing all its weight to nothingness. Where space is, there is being.

The sick woman especially: no one surpasses her in refinements for ruling, oppressing, tyrannising.

We set no special value on the possession of a virtue until we percieve that it is entirely lacking in our adversary.

You want to be paid as well, you virtuous! You want reward for virtue, and heaven for earth, and eternity for your today?

Convictions are prisons.

Even the most beautiful scenery is no longer assured of our love after we have lived in it for three months, and some distant coast attracts our avarice: possessions are generally diminished by possession.