There are people who want to make men's lives more difficult for no other reason than the chance it provides them afterwards to offer their prescription for alleviating life; their Christianity, for instance.

He who possesses greatness is cruel towards his secondary virtues and considerations.

One who dresses in rags that have been washed clean dresses cleanly to be sure, but raggedly nonetheless.

Marriages that made out of love (so-called "love-matches") have error as their father and misery (necessity) as their mother.

Who is better, they who promote truth over happiness, or happiness over truth?

This tremendous event is still on its way, still wandering; it has not yet reached the ears of men. Lightning and thunder require time; the light on the stars requires time; deeds though done, still require time to be seen and heard. This deed is still more distant from them than the most distant stars - and yet they have done it themselves.

My formula for happiness: a Yes, a No, a straight line, a goal.