Love forgives the lover even his lust.

New ways I go, a new speech comes to me; weary I grow, like all creators, of the old tongues. My spirit no longer wants to walk on worn soles.

When one thinks profusely and cleverly, not only his face but his body too takes on a clever appearance.

It is good to express a thing twice right at the outset and so to give it a right foot and also a left one. Truth can surely stand on one leg, but with two it will be able to walk and get around.

Every virtue has its privilege: for example, that of contributing its own little bundle of wood to the funeral pyre of one condemned.

Egoism is the very essence of a noble soul.

Once spirit was God, then it became man, and now it is even becoming mob.