For the person for whom small things do not exist, the great is not great.

Why write if this too easy activity of pushing a pen across paper is not given a certain bullfighting risk and we do not approach dangerous, agile and two-horned topics?

We distinguish the excellent man from the common man by saying that the former is the one who makes great demands on himself, and the latter who makes no demands on himself.

If the human intellect functions, it is actually in order to solve the problems which the man's inner destiny sets it.

Since love is the most delicate and total act of a soul, it will reflect the state and nature of the soul.

An idea is a putting truth in check-mate.

Human vitality is so exuberant that in the sorriest desert it still finds a pretext for glowing and trembling.