I share no man's opinions; I have my own.

There are some moments in life, some feelings; one can only point to them and pass by.

Each individual is more or less dimly aware of his significance, is aware that he's something innately superior, something eternal--and lives, is obligated to live, in the moment and for the moment.

Only one thing bothered me: at this very moment, as they say, of inexplicable bliss there would be a sinking feeling at the pit of my stomach and my abdomen would be assailed by a melancholy, cold shivering. In the end I couldn't abide such happiness and ran away.

To desire and expect nothing for oneself and to have profound sympathy for others is genuine holiness.

Nature is not a temple, but a workshop, and man's the workman in it.

Who among us has the strength to oppose petty egoism, those petty good feelings, pity and remorse?