Do I advise you to love the neighbor? I suggest rather to escape from the neighbor and to love those who are the farthest away from you. Higher than the love for the neighbor is the love for the man who is distant and has still to come.

Illness is a clumsy attempt to arrive at health: we must come to nature's aid with intellect.

There are highly gifted spirits who are always infertile simply because, owing to a weakness in temperament, they are too impatient to wait out their pregnancy to term.

The great man fights the elements in his time that hinder his own greatness, in other words his own freedom and sincerity.

Remorse.-- Never yield to remorse, but at once tell yourself: remorse would simply mean adding to the first act of stupidity a second.

How much truth does a spirit endure, how much truth does it dare?

The most common sort of lie is the one uttered to one's self.