This is one of the stout-hearted old warriors: he is angry with civilization because he supposes that its aim is to make all goodthings--honors, treasures, beautiful women--accessible even to cowards.

It's not the intensity of the man, but the duration of his intensity that makes the man great.

The body is a big sagacity, a plurality with one sense, a war and a peace, a flock and a shepherd.

Poets are shameless with their experiences: they exploit them.

Everywhere resoundeth the voices of those who preach death; and the earth is full of those to whom death hath to be preached.

The thought is merely a sign, as the word is merely a sign for the thought.

Behind your thoughts and feelings, my brother, there stands a mighty ruler. an unknown sage - whose name is self. In yourt body he dwells; he is your body. There is more reason in your body than in your best wisdom.