I hate who steals my solitude, without really offer me in exchange company.

One does not know - cannot know - the best that is in one.

Verily, I do not like them, the merciful who feel blessed in their pity: they are lacking too much in shame. If I must pity, at least I do not want it known; and if I do pity, it is preferably from a distance.

Against boredom the gods themselves fight in vain.

All parties attempt to represent important things that have developed outside themselves as unimportant, and where they fail in this they assail those things all the more bitterly the more admirable they are.

Many people, especially women, never experience boredom because they have never learned to work properly.

Of what is great one must either be silent or speak with greatness. With greatness--that means cynically and with innocence.