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

In the true man there is a child concealed who wants to play.

We must learn to love, learn to be kind, and this from the earliest youth; if education or chance give us no opportunity to practice these feelings, our soul becomes dry and unsuited even to understanding the tender inventions of loving people.

I love the valiant; but it is not enough to wield a broadsword, one must also know against whom.

"God", "the immortality of the soul", "salvation", "the beyond"-even as a child I had no time for such notions, I do not waste any time upon them-maybe I was never childish enough for that?

It says nothing against the ripeness of a spirit that it has a few worms.

I love him whose soul is deep even in the wounding, and may succumb through a small matter: thus goeth he willingly over the bridge.