Great God, grant that twice two be not four.

Youth eats all the sugared fancy cakes and regards them as its daily bread. But there'll come a time when you'll start asking just for a crust.

However much you knock at nature's door, she will never answer you in comprehensible words.

What's terrible is that there's nothing terrible, that the very essence of life is petty, uninteresting, and degradingly trite.

Belonging to oneself--the whole essence of life lies in that.

What's important is that twice two is four and all the rest's nonsense.

He was the soul of politeness to everyone -- to some with a hint of aversion, to others with a hint of respect.