He who goes against the fashion is himself its slave
What I like in a good author is not what he says but what he whispers.
Only those who get into scrapes with their eyes open can find the safe way out.
All my life, as down an abyss without a bottom. I have been pouring van loads of information into that vacancy of oblivion I call my mind.
For souls in growth, great quarrels are great emancipations.
An improper mind is a perpetual feast.