What we do in dreams we also do when we are awake: we invent and fabricate the person with whom we associate - and immediately forget we have done so.

An attack on the roots of passion means an attack on the roots of life.

We should not talk about our friends: otherwise we will talk away the feeling of friendship.

I hate who steals my solitude, without really offer me in exchange company.

Become who you are. Make what only you can make.

Having become conscious of the truth he once perceived, man now sees only the awfulness or the absurdity of existence, he now understands the symbolic element in Ophelia's fate, he now recognizes the wisdom of the woodland god, Silenus: it nauseates him.

Jealous is every virtue of the others, and a dreadful thing is jealousy. Even virtues may succumb by jealousy.