Let that day be lost to us on which we did not dance once!

In his lonely solitude, the solitary man feeds upon himself; in the thronging multitude, the many feed upon him. Now choose.

A real fox calls sour not only those grapes that he cannot reach but also those that he has reached and taken away from others.

Every man has his price. This is not true. But for every man there exists a bait which he cannot resist swallowing. To win over certain people to something, it is only necessary to give it a gloss of love of humanity, nobility, gentleness, self-sacrifice - and there is nothing you cannot get them to swallow. To their souls, these are the icing, the tidbit; other kinds of souls have others.

For our self respect depends upon our ability to make requital, for good or for evil.

If you know the why, you can live any how.

The complete irresponsibility of man for his actions and his nature is the bitterest drop which he who understands must swallow.