The soul, too has her virginity and must bleed a little before bearing fruit.
All language is rhetorical, and even the senses are poets.
The need of exercise is a modern superstition, invented by people who ate too much and had nothing to think about.
Philosophy may describe unreasoning, as it may describe force; it cannot hope to refute them.
Memory itself is an internal rumour.
Beautiful things, when taste is formed, are obviously and unaccountably beautiful.