When you gaze long into the Abyss of Sustainability, the Abyss of Sustainability also gazes into you.

This is one of the stout-hearted old warriors: he is angry with civilization because he supposes that its aim is to make all goodthings--honors, treasures, beautiful women--accessible even to cowards.

Envy and jealousy are the private parts of the human soul. Perhaps the comparison can be extended.

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

When one thinks profusely and cleverly, not only his face but his body too takes on a clever appearance.

A life without music is an error.

He who does not need to lie is proud of not being a liar.