Lonely people console themselves with self-absorption or curiosity.
Growth provides novel experiences for youth; decay the same, alas, for age.
When science drove the gods out of nature, they took refuge in poetry and the porticos of civic buildings.
Against classical philosophy: thinking about eternity or the immensity of the universe does not lessen my unhappiness.
The limits of prudence: one cannot jump out of a burning building gradually.
The ugly can achieve an absoluteness beyond the reach of beauty.