In praise there is more obtrusiveness than in blame.

We do not hate as long as we still attach a lesser value, but only when we attach an equal or a greater value.

And as long as you are in any way ashamed before yourself, you do not yet belong with us.

You know these things as thoughts, but your thoughts are not your experiences, they are an echo and after-effect of your experiences: as when your room trembles whe na carriage goes past. I however am sitting in the carriage, and often I am the carriage itself. Ina man who thinks like this, the dichotomy between thinking and feeling, intellect and passion, has really disappeared. He feels his thoughts. He can fall in love with an idea. An idea can make him ill.

Some are made modest by great praise, others insolent.

In the last analysis, even the best man is evil: in the last analysis, even the best woman is bad.

Illness is a clumsy attempt to arrive at health: we must come to nature's aid with intellect.