Man is timid and apologetic; he is no longer upright; he dares not say "I think," "I am," but quotes some saint or sage.

We are too civil to books. For a few golden sentences we will turn over and actually read a volume of four or five hundred pages.

He cumbers himself never about consequences, about interests; he gives an independent, genuine verdict. You must court him: he does not court you. But the man is, as it were, clapped into jail by his consciousness.

The god of Victory is said to be one-handed, but Peace gives victory to both sides.

Society is infested by persons who, seeing that the sentiments please, counterfeit the expression of them. These we call sentimentalists - talkers who mistake the description for the thing, saying for having.

Life is comic or pitiful as soon as the high ends of being fade out of sight, and man becomes near-sighted, and can only attend towhat addresses the senses.

The boxer's ring is the enjoyment of the part of society whose animal nature alone has been developed.