I notice that Autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature.

Without music, life would be a mistake.

Whenever I climb I am followed by a dog called 'Ego'.

A good aphorism is too hard for the tooth of time, and is not worn away by all the centuries, although it serves as food for every epoch. Hence it is the greatest paradox in literature, the imperishable in the midst of change, the nourishment which always remains highly valued, as salt does, and never becomes stupid like salt.

There is more wisdom in your body than in your best wisdom. And who then knows why your body needs precisely your best wisdom?

I assess the power of a will by how much resistance, pain, torture it endures and knows how to turn to its advantage.

The noble man honours in himself the powerful one, him also who has power over himself, who knows how to speak and how to keep silence, who takes pleasure in subjecting himself to severity and hardness, and has reverence for all that is severe and hard.