We cannot even reproduce our thoughts entirely in words.
Robinson had a servant even better than Friday: His name was Crusoe.
Is life not a thousand times too short for us to bore ourselves?
I do not give alms; I am not poor enough for that.
He who is not a bird should not build his nest over abysses.
There are the terrible ones who carry about in themselves the beast of prey, and have no choice except lusts or self-laceration. And even their lusts are self-laceration.