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.

One should never know too precisely whom one has married

Thinking evil is making evil.

Life is an instinct for growth, for survival, for the accumulation of forces, for power.

One loves ultimately one's desires, not the thing desired.

I love him whose soul is deep even in the wounding, and may succumb through a small matter: thus goeth he willingly over the bridge.

Let us not underestimate the privileges of the mediocre. As one climbs higher, life becomes ever harder, the coldness increases, responsibility increases.