It is the business of the very few to be independent; it is a privilege of the strong.

Love brings to light the lofty and hidden characteristics of the lover--what is rare and exceptional in him: to that extent it caneasily be deceptive with respect to what is normal in him.

Only individuals have a sense of responsibility.

The irrationality of a thing is no argument against its existence, rather a condition of it.

A refined soul is distressed to know that someone owes it thanks; a crude soul, to know that it owes someone thanks.

Many die too late, and some die too early. Yet strangers soundeth the precept: "Die at the right time!"

I love the great despisers because they are the great adorers.