This is the fundamental idea of culture, insofar as it sets but one task for each of us: to further the production of the philosopher, of the artist, and of the saint within us and outside us, and thereby to work at the consummation of nature.

The mother of excess is not joy but joylessness.

Many people, especially women, never experience boredom because they have never learned to work properly.

In every form of womanly love something of motherly love also comes to light.

It is a distinction to have many virtues, but a hard lot.

The job of rearing a child consists of making conscious activities unconscious.

In every age the wisest have passed the identical judgment on life: it is worthless.