We should turn our death into a celebration, even if only out of a malice towards life: towards the woman who wants to leave--us!

Everything matters. Nothing's important.

Whatever harm the evil may do, the harm done by the good is the most harmful harm.

Active, successful natures act, not according to the maxim, "know thyself," but as if prompted by the commandment: will a self, and so become a self.

When somebody dies we usually need reasons for consolation, not so much to alleviate our pain as to excuse ourselves for so readily feeling consoled.

The vain.- We are like shop windows in which we are continually arranging, concealing or illuminating the supposed qualities other ascribe to us - in order to deceive ourselves.

Living in a constant chase after gain compels people to expend their spirit to the point of exhaustion.