Industriousness and conscientiousness are often at odds, because industriousness wants to pick the still sour fruit from the tree,while conscientiousness lets it hang there too long, until it falls and bruises.

Contentment preserves one from catching cold. Has a woman who knew that she was well dressed ever caught a cold? No, not even when she had scarcely a rag on her back.

After coming into contact with a religious man I always feel I must wash my hands.

A woman may very well form a friendship with a man, but for this to endure, it must be assisted by a little physical antipathy.

I am a law only for my kind, I am no law for all.

It is always consoling to think of suicide: in that way one gets through many a bad night.

Christianity was from the beginning, essentially and fundamentally, life's nausea and disgust with life, merely concealed behind, masked by, dressed up as, faith in "another" or "better" life.