I am a sick man...I am a wicked man. An unattractive man. I think my liver hurts. However, i don't know a fig about my sickness, and am not sure what it is that hurts me. I am not being treated and never have been, though I respect medicine. What's more, I am also superstitious in the extreme; well, at least enough to respect medicine.

Brother, I’m not depressed and haven’t lost spirit. Life everywhere is life, life is in ourselves and not in the external. There will be people near me, and to be a human being among human beings, and remain one forever, no matter what misfortunes befall, not to become depressed, and not to falter – this is what life is, herein lies its task.

All the Utopias will come to pass only when we grow wings and all people are converted into angels.

Nothing in this world is harder than speaking the truth, nothing easier than flattery.

I cannot truly imagine a truly great person who hasn't suffered.

I believe the best definition of man is the ungrateful biped.

Woe to the man who offends a small child!