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.
But are there many honest people who will admit that it is pleasing to give pain?
I am almost equal to a shadow.
One never perishes through anybody but oneself.
Wisdom sets bounds even to knowledge.
When we dream about those who are long since forgotten or dead, it is a sign that we have undergone a radical transformation and that the ground on which we live has been completely dug up: then the dead rise up, and our antiquity becomes modernity.