But are there many honest people who will admit that it is pleasing to give pain?

Comparing man and woman on the whole, one may say: woman would not possess a genius for ornamentation if she did not also possessan instinct for the secondary role.

Those with very loud voices in their throats are nearly incapable of thinking subtle thoughts.

We criticize a man or a book most sharply when we sketch out their ideal.

I devote myself to what I love the most, and for this very reason I hesitate to designate it with lofty words: I do not want to risk believing that it is a sublime compulsion, a law, which I obey: I love what I love the most too much to wish to appear to it as one compelled.

There is more wisdom in your body than in your deepest philosophy.

And so do you suppose it must be a piece-work because it has been given to you (and could only be given to you) in pieces?