Who doesn't desire his fathers death?

Of course my jokes are in poor taste, inappropriate, and confused; they reveal my lack of security. But that is because I have no respect for myself.

I am strongly convinced that not only too much consciousness but even any consciousness at all is a sickness.

He seemed, indeed, to accept everything without the least condemnation though often grieving bitterly.

Intelligence alone is not nearly enough when it comes to acting wisely.

Is it really not possible to touch the gaming table without being instantly infected by superstition?

There is nothing in the world more difficult than candor, and nothing easier than flattery. If there is a hundredth of a fraction of a false note to candor, it immediately produces dissonance, and as a result, exposure. But in flattery, even if everything is false down to the last note, it is still pleasant, and people will listen not without pleasure; with coarse pleasure, perhaps, but pleasure nevertheless.