Illness is a clumsy attempt to arrive at health: we must come to nature's aid with intellect.

Pity is the most agreeable feeling among those who have little pride and no prospects of great conquests.

To go on vegetating in cowardly dependence on physicians and machinations, after the meaning of life, the right to life, has been lost, that ought to prompt a profound contempt in society.

Living in a constant chase after gain compels people to expend their spirit to the point of exhaustion.

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.

Happiness is a fata morgana. the only way to not end up unhappy is to not long for happiness.

It is not in our hands to prevent our birth; but we can correct this mistake - for in some cases it is a mistake.