I have learned to walk: ever since, I let myself run. I have learned to fly: ever since, I do not want to be pushed before moving along.

The strongest have their moments of fatigue.

The unlucky hand dealt to clear and precise writers is that people assume they are superficial and so do not go to any trouble inreading them: and the lucky hand dealt to unclear ones is that the reader does go to some trouble and then attributes the pleasure he experiences in his own zeal to them.

A real fox calls sour not only those grapes that he cannot reach but also those that he has reached and taken away from others.

I love all who are like heavy drops falling one by one out of the dark cloud that lowereth over man: they herald the coming of the lightning, and succumb as heralds.

The demand to be loved is the greatest of all arrogant presumptions.

This is the hardest of all: to close the open hand out of love, and keep modest as a giver.