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

Give me today, for once, the worst throw of your dice, destiny. Today I transmute everything into gold.

He has drawn back, only in order to have enough room for his leap

In a man devoted to knowledge, pity seems almost ridiculous, like delicate hands on a cyclops.

Shared joys make a friend, not shared sufferings.

With regard to philosophical metaphysics, I always see increasing numbers who have attained to the negative goal, but as yet few who climb a few rungs backwards; one ought to look out, perhaps, over the last steps of the ladder, but not try to stand upon them.

Natural death is independent of all reason and is really an irrational death, in which the pitiable substance of the shell determines how long the kernel is to exist or not; in which, accordingly, the stunted, diseased and dull witted jailer is lord, and indicates the moment at which his distinguished prisoner shall die.