Everything good is the transmutation of something evil: every god has a devil for a father.

[Heraclitus] concluded that coming-to-be itself could not be anything evil or unjust.

Even the most beautiful scenery is no longer assured of our love after we have lived in it for three months, and some distant coast attracts our avarice: possessions are generally diminished by possession.

There are people who are so presumptuous that they know no other way to praise a greatness that they publicly admire than by representing it as a preliminary stage and bridge leading to themselves.

If you know the why, you can live any how.

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

Everything good is the transmutation of something evil: every god has a devil for a father.