A refined soul is distressed to know that someone owes it thanks; a crude soul, to know that it owes someone thanks.

The true man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason he wants woman, as the most dangerous plaything.

Life is a well of joy; but for those out of whom an upset stomach speaks, which is the father of melancholy, all wells are poisoned.

Give me today, for once, the worst throw of your dice, destiny. Today I transmute everything into gold.

Not infrequently, we encounter copies of important human beings; and here, too, as in the case of paintings, most people prefer the copies to the originals.

Why is it that wellnesses are not as contagious as illnesses--generally speaking, but also especially regarding taste? Or are there epidemics of health?

We are, all of us, growing volcanoes that approach the hour of their eruption, but how near or distant that is, nobody knows- not even God.