No one can construct for you the bridge upon which precisely you must cross the stream of life, no one but you yourself alone.

Alas! There cometh the time when man will no longer give birth to any star. Alas! There cometh the time of the most despicable man, who can no longer despise himself.

For what purpose humanity is there should not even concern us: why you are here, that you should ask yourself: and if you have no ready answer, then set for yourself goals, high and noble goals, and perish in pursuit of them!

When a man has just been greatly honored and has eaten a little he is the most generous.

What if God were not exactly truth, and if this could be proved? And if he were instead the vanity, the desire for power, the ambitions, the fear, and the enraptured and terrified folly of mankind?

What is the seal of liberation? Not to be ashamed in front of oneself.

A great value of antiquity lies in the fact that its writings are the only ones that modern men still read with exactness.