The weak fear happiness itself. They can harm themselves on cotton wool. Sometimes they are wounded even by happiness

What uneasiness lies in being loved.

I want to spend my time with people who don't look to be respected. But such good people won't want to spend their time with me.

Then what's a synonym for woman?" "Entrails." "You're not very poetic, are you? Well, then, what's the antonym for entrails?" "Milk.

Now even if I die, no one will be so grieved as to do himself bodily harm.

Now I have neither happiness nor unhappiness.Everything passes.That is the one and only thing that I have thought resembled a truth in the society of human beings where I have dwelled up to now as in a burning hell.Everything passes.

I have no desire for others to take it on themselves to analyze my thoughts. I am without thoughts. I have never, not even once, acted on the basis of any doctrine or philosophy.I am convinced that those people whom the world considers good and respects are all liars and fakes. I do not trust the world.