Granted I am a babbler, a harmless vexatious babbler, like all of us. But what is to be done if the direct and sole vocation of every intelligent man is babble, that is, the intentional pouring of water through a sieve?

Civilization has made man, if not always more bloodthirsty, at least more viciously, more horribly bloodthirsty.

One circumstance tormented me then: Namely, that no one else was like me, and I was like no one else. I am only one, and they are all.

It's a burden to us even to be human beings-men with our own real body and blood; we are ashamed of it, we think it a disgrace and try to contrive to be some sort of impossible generalized man.

Homeopathic doses are perhaps the strongest.

When he has lost all hope, all object in life, man becomes a monster in his misery.

Let us be servants in order to be leaders.