It seems to me that the soul, when alone with itself and speaking to itself, uses only a small number of words, none of them extraordinary.
The wind is rising ... we must attempt to live.
Beware of what you do best; its bound to be a trap.
Man cannot bear his own portrait. The image of his limits and his own determinacy exasperates him, drives him mad.
An intelligent woman is a woman with whom one can be as stupid as one wants.
Talent without genius isn't much, but genius without talent is nothing whatsoever.