Whoever thought that he had understood something of me had merely construed something out of me, after his own image.

Whoever deliberately attempts to insure confidentiality with another person is usually in doubt as to whether he inspires that person's confidence in him. One who is sure that he inspires confidence attaches little importance to confidentiality.

Those people have no real interest in a science who only begin to get excited about it when they themselves have made discoveries in it.

One never dives into the water to save a drowning man more eagerly than when there are others present who dare not take the risk.

The unlucky hand dealt to clear and precise writers is that people assume they are superficial and so do not go to any trouble inreading them: and the lucky hand dealt to unclear ones is that the reader does go to some trouble and then attributes the pleasure he experiences in his own zeal to them.

Pitch-black winter nights live in my bones.

The elimination of the will altogether and the switching off of the emotions all and sundry, is tantamount to the elimination of reason: intellectual castration.