Few serve truth in truth because only few have the pure will to be just, and of those again very few have the strength to be just.

Poets and writers who are in love with the superlative all want to do more than they can.

The earth is like the breasts of a woman: useful as well as pleasing.

A soul which knows that it is loved, but does not itself love, betrays its sediment: its dregs come up.

"Body am I, and soul" - so saith the child. And why should one not speak like children?

To escape boredom, man works either beyond what his usual needs require, or else he invents play, that is, work that is designed to quiet no need other than that for working in general.

For as long as they praise you, never forget that it is not yet your own path that you walk, but another person's.