The people we keep standing in the anteroom of our favor either start fermenting or turn sour.
They devour each other and cannot even digest themselves.
The demand to be loved is the greatest of all arrogant presumptions.
We are all afraid of the truth.
But thus do I counsel you, my friends: distrust all in whom the impulse to punish is powerful! Distrust all those who talk much of their justice!
Many writers are neither spirit nor wine, but rather spirits- of-wine: they can catch fire, and then they give off heat.