When virtue has slept it will arise more vigorous.

It is neither the best nor the worst things in a book that defy translation.

Some men have sighed over the abduction of their wives, but many more have sighed because no one wanted to abduct theirs.

Pity is extolled as the virtue of prostitutes.

Wherever primitive man put up a word, he believed he had made a discovery. How utterly mistaken he really was! He had touched a problem, and while supposing he had solved it, he had created and obstacle to its solution. Now, with every new knowledge we stumble over flint-like and petrified words and, in so doing, break a leg sooner than a word.

However unchristian it may seem, I do not even bear any ill feeling towards myself.

A thought, even a possibility, can shatter and transform us.