Contradiction is the salt which keeps truth from corruption

If there were nothing else to trouble us, the fate of the flowers would make us sad.

As memory may be a paradise from which we cannot be driven, it may also be a hell from which we cannot escape.

If all were gentle and contented as sheep, all would be as feeble and helpless.

If I am not pleased with myself, but should wish to be other than I am, why should I think highly of the influences which have made me what I am?

The highest courage is to dare to appear to be what one is

Contradiction is the salt which keeps truth from corruption