It is always consoling to think of suicide: in that way one gets through many a bad night.

If married couples did not live together, happy marriages would be more frequent.

If all alms were given only from pity, all beggars would have starved long ago.

Our faith in others betrays that we would rather have faith in ourselves. Our longing for a friend is our betrayer. And often with our love we want merely to overcome envy. And often we attack and make ourselves enemies, to conceal that we are vulnerable.

We have art in order not to die of the truth.

Does not the discipline of the scientific spirit just commence when one no longer harbours any conviction?

And many such good inventions are there, that they are like woman's breasts: useful at the same time, and pleasant.