What will I do when I can no longer dig?

When good befalls a man he calls it Providence, when evil fate.

...I will exile my thoughts if they think of you again, and I will rip my lips out if they say your name once more. Now if you do exist, I will tell you my final word in life or in death, I tell you goodbye.

Truth is neither ojectivity nor the balanced view; truth is a selfless subjectivity.

In my solitude, many miles from men and houses, I am in a childishly happy and carefree state of mind, which you are incapable of understanding unless someone explains it to you

Keep it, keep it!" I answered. "You are very welcome to it! It is only a couple of small things, doesn't amount to anything—about everything I own in the world.

No worse fate can befall a young man or woman than becoming prematurely entrenched in prudence and negation.