But eternal liveliness is what counts: what does "eternal life" matter, or life at all?

The best belongs to me and mine; and if we are not given it, we take it: the best food, the purest sky, the most robust thoughts, the fairest women!

The surest sign that two people no longer speak the same language is that both say ironic things to one another but that neither senses the irony.

There is always some madness in love.

Light for some time to come will have to be called darkness.

We do not belong to those who only get their thought from books, or at the prompting of books, -- it is our custom to think in the open air, walking, leaping, climbing, or dancing on lonesome mountains by preference, or close to the sea, where even the paths become thoughtful.

Egoism is the law of perspective applied to feelings: what is closest appears large and weighty, and as one moves farther away size and weight decrease.