Yet tell me, my brothers: if a goal for humanity is still lacking, is there not still lacking--humanity itself?

When a man reaches his maturity in understanding and in years, the feeling comes over him that his father was wrong to beget him.

War has always been the grand sagacity of every spirit which has grown too inward and too profound; its curative power lies even in the wounds one receives.

Love brings to light a lover's noble and hidden qualities-his rare and exceptional traits: it is thus liable to be deceptive of his normal qualities.

On the mountains of truth you can never climb in vain: either you will reach a point higher up today, or you will be training your powers so that you will be able to climb higher tomorrow.

Is it not better to fall into the hands of a murderer, than into the dreams of a lustful woman?

Man is not equally moral at all hours, this is well known. If his morality is judged to be the capability for great self-sacrificing resolutions and self-denial (which, when continuous and grown habitual, are called holiness)