For what is evil but good tortured by its own hunger and thirst?

Tolerance is love sick with the sickness of haughtiness.

You are good when you are fully awake in your speech, Yet you are not evil when you sleep while your tongue staggers without purpose. And even stumbling speech may strengthen a weak tongue.

He who wears his morality but as his best garment were better naked. The wind and the sun will tear no holes in his skin.

Perhaps a man may commit suicide in self-defense.

There is no secret in the mystery of life stronger and more beautiful than that attachment which converts the silence of a virgin's spirit into a perpetual awareness that makes a person forget the past, for it kindles fiercely in the heart the sweet and overwhelming hope of the coming future.

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.