It is thus only this personal feeling of misery that we get rid of by acts of pity.

The secret of realizing the greatest fruitfulness and the greatest enjoyment of existence is: to live dangerously! Build your cities on the slopes of Vesuvius! Send your ships out into uncharted seas! Live in conflict with your equals and with yourselves! Be robbers and ravagers as soon as you ca not be rulers and owners, you men of knowledge! The time will soon past when you could be content to live concealed int he woods like timid deer!

Wit is the epitaph of an emotion.

What else is love but understanding and rejoicing in the fact that another person lives acts and experiences otherwise than we do?

We should be a mirror of being: we are God in miniature.

No more fiction, for now we calculate; but that we may calculate, we had to make fiction first.

Without the perpetual counterfeiting of the universe by number, man could not continue to live