One has to know the size of one's stomach.

The lonely one offers his hand too quickly to whomever he encounters.

Reason is the cause of our falsification of the evidence of the senses. In so far as the senses show becoming, passing away, change, they do not lie.

Art depends upon the inexactitude of sight.

In a seriously intended intellectual emancipation a person's mute passions and cravings also hope to find their advantage.

There are the spiritually consumptive ones: hardly are they born when they begin to die, and long for doctrines of lassitude and renunciation.

There are people who want to make men's lives more difficult for no other reason than the chance it provides them afterwards to offer their prescription for alleviating life; their Christianity, for instance.