People live for the morrow, because the day-after-to-morrow is doubtful.

The higher you ascend, the smaller you appear to the eye of envy. But most of all they hate those who fly.

All truth is simple... is that not doubly a lie?

He who knows himself to be profound endeavors to be clear; he who would like to appear profound to the crowd endeavors to be obscure.

Those who are slow to know suppose that slowness is the essence of knowledge.

Envy and jealousy are the private parts of the human soul. Perhaps the comparison can be extended.

The enjoyment that all morality has given us to now and that it continues to give us--and so, what has kept it going up to now--lies in everyone's right, without lengthy investigation, to praise and blame. And who could endure life without praising and blaming!