Immortal is the moment when I engendered the recurrence. For the sake of this moment I bear the recurrence.

Verily, I do not want to be like the ropemakers: They drag out their threads and always walk backwards.

Alas! There cometh the time when man will no longer give birth to any star. Alas! There cometh the time of the most despicable man, who can no longer despise himself.

To go on vegetating in cowardly dependence on physicians and machinations, after the meaning of life, the right to life, has been lost, that ought to prompt a profound contempt in society.

A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything.

Idleness is the parent of psychology.

Beware in the presence of cats: they never give, they do not even retaliate--they only reply, and purr in doing so.