There are the terrible ones who carry about in themselves the beast of prey, and have no choice except lusts or self-laceration. And even their lusts are self-laceration.

In loneliness, the lonely one eats himself; in a crowd, the many eat him. Now choose.

Before the effect one believes in different causes than one does after the effect.

One must give value to their existence by behaving as if ones very existence were a work of art.

“Evil men have no songs.” How is it, then, that the Russians have songs?

Light for some time to come will have to be called darkness.

Something unappeased, unappeasable, is within me.