Warfare is the father of all good things, it is also the father of good prose!

They muddy the water, to make it seem deep.

The higher its type, the more rarely a thing succeeds.

With sturdy shoulders, space stands opposing all its weight to nothingness. Where space is, there is being.

These four, however, seek the freedom of their will at the very point where they are most securely chained. It is as if the silkworm sought freedom of will in spinning. What is the reason?

The hypocrite who always plays one and the same part ceases at last to be a hypocrite.

One must give value to their existence by behaving as if ones very existence were a work of art.