What we do is never understood, but always merely praised or blamed.
The earth is like the breasts of a woman: useful as well as pleasing.
Praise is more obtrusive than a reproach.
In praise there is more obtrusiveness than in blame.
An attack on the roots of passion means an attack on the roots of life.
What makes one heroic? - Going out to meet at the same time one's highest suffering and one's highest hope.