The unlucky hand dealt to clear and precise writers is that people assume they are superficial and so do not go to any trouble inreading them: and the lucky hand dealt to unclear ones is that the reader does go to some trouble and then attributes the pleasure he experiences in his own zeal to them.

Strong hope is a much greater stimulant of life than any single realised joy could be.

Wit is the epitaph of an emotion.

The snake which cannot cast its skin has to die.

Let your love to life be love to your highest hope; and let your highest hope be the highest thought of life!

Insects sting, not from malice, but because they want to live. It is the same with critics; they desire our blood not our pain.

I have learned to walk: since then I have run. I have learned to fly: since then I do not have to be pushed in order to move. Now I am nimble, now I fly, now I see myself under myself, now a god dances within me.