Life is a well of joy; but for those out of whom an upset stomach speaks, which is the father of melancholy, all wells are poisoned.

A thought, even a possibility, can shatter and transform us.

A man unconsciously imagines that where he is strong, where he feels most thoroughly alive, the element of his freedom must lie.

In solitude the lonely man is eaten up by himself, among crowds by the many.

And let that day be lost to us on which we did not dance once! And let that wisdom be false to us that brought no laughter with it!

It may be that until now there has been no more potent means for beautifying man himself than piety: it can turn man into so much art, surface, play of colors, graciousness that his sight no longer makes one suffer.---

Early in the morning, at break of day, in all the freshness and dawn of one's strength, to read a book -I call that vicious!