I still live, I still think: I still have to live, for I still have to think.

I go in solitude, so as not to drink out of everybody's cistern. When I am among the many I live as the many do, and I do not think I really think; after a time it always seems as if they want to banish myself from myself and rob me of my soul.

We feign pity when we want to demonstrate our ascendancy over feelings of hostility: but usually in vain. Whenever we notice this,there is an accompanying surge in those hostile sensations.

In the end we are always rewarded for our good will, our patience, fair-mindedness, and gentleness with what is strange.

He who possesseth little is so much the less possessed. Blessed be moderate poverty!

So live your life of obedience and of war! What matter about long life! What warrior wisheth to be spared!

When a man reaches his maturity in understanding and in years, the feeling comes over him that his father was wrong to beget him.