My abyss speaks, I have turned my ultimate depth inside out into the light.

To our strongest impulse, to the tyrant in us, not only our reason but also our conscience yields.

I have not the capability to give you my loyalty, nor do I have the vanity to appear as if I did.

He turns all of his injuries into strengths, that which does not kill him makes him stronger, he is superman.

We labour at our daily work more ardently and thoughtlessly than is necessary to sustain our life because it is even more necessary not to have leisure to stop and think. Haste is universal because everyone is in flight from himself.

Men inadvertently comport themselves with nobility when they have grown accustomed to wanting nothing from others and always giving to them.

The rising and falling of the scales of pride and humility sustain the brooding mind as well as the alternations of desire and peace of the soul.