Will, pure will, without the troubles and complexities of intellect - how happy! how free!

Silence is worse; all truths that are kept silent become poisonous.

I admire the courage and wisdom of Socrates in everything he did, said--and did not say.

Call me whatever you like; I am who I must be.

When self control is lacking in small things, the ability to apply it to matters of importance withers away. Every day in which one does not at least deny himself some trifle is badly spent and a threat to the day following.

The beast in us must be[78] wheedled: ethic is necessary, that we may not be torn to pieces.

Christianity in particular should be dubbed a great treasure-chamber of ingenious consolations, such a store of refreshing, soothing, deadening drugs has it accumulated within itself.