How much rationality and higher protection there is in such self-deception, and how much falseness I still require in order to allow myself again and again the luxury of my sincerity.

Disobedience- that is the nobility of slaves.

That lies should be necessary to life is part and parcel of the terrible and questionable character of existence.

How lovely it is that there are words and sounds. Are not words and sounds rainbows and illusive bridges between things which are eternally apart?

What is life? A continuous praise and blame.

We must remain as close to the flowers, the grass, and the butterflies as the child is who is not yet so much taller than they are.

Good writers have two things in common: they prefer to be understood rather than admired; and they do not write for knowing and over-acute readers.