To live is to suffer, to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering.

We feign pity when we want to demonstrate our ascendancy over feelings of hostility: but usually in vain. Whenever we notice this,there is an accompanying surge in those hostile sensations.

Love is blind; friendship closes its eyes.

[Heraclitus] concluded that coming-to-be itself could not be anything evil or unjust.

There is not enough love and goodness in the world to permit giving any of it away to imaginary beings.

War has always been the grand sagacity of every spirit which has grown too inward and too profound; its curative power lies even in the wounds one receives.

Mystical explanations are thought to be deep; the truth is that they are not even shallow.