Enjoy life. This is not a dress rehearsal.

I notice that Autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature.

The desire to create continually is vulgar and betrays jealousy, envy, ambition. If one is something one really does not need to make anything --and one nonetheless does very much. There exists above the ''productive'' man a yet higher species.

Not necessity, not desire - no, the love of power is the demon of men. Let them have everything - health, food, a place to live, entertainment - they are and remain unhappy and low-spirited: for the demon waits and waits and will be satisfied.

Christianity, alcohol the two great means of corruption.

You implanted your highest goal into the heart of those passions: then they became your virtues and joys.

Let us beware of saying that death is the opposite of life. The living being is only a species of the dead, and a very rare species.