Without forgetting it is quite impossible to live at all.

Pitch-black winter nights live in my bones.

Deep is the well of truth and long does it take to know what has fallen into its depths.

Idleness is the beginning of all psychology. What? Could it be that psychology is ? a vice?

What is the greatest thing ye can experience? It is the hour of great contempt. The hour in which even your happiness becometh loathsome unto you, and so also your reason and virtue.

Once we have found ourselves, we must understand how from time to time to lose--and then to find--ourselves once again: assuming,that is, that we are thinkers. For a thinker it is a drawback to be bound to a single person all the time.

Inaction, letting be, neither creating nor destroying--that is my evil. And also the knower as one without desire.