Man is a creature who lives not upon bread alone, but primarily by catchwords.

Under the strain of this continually impending doom and by the sleeplessness to which I now condemned myself, ay, even beyond what I had thought possible to man, I became, in my own person, a creature eaten up and emptied by fever, languidly weak both in body and mind, and solely occupied by one thought: the horror of my other self.

All human beings are commingled out of good and evil.

To love playthings well as a child, to lead an adventurous and honorable youth, and to settle when the time arrives, into a green and smiling age, is to be a good artis en life and deserve well of yourself and your neighbor.

When I am grown to man's estate I shall be very proud and great. And tell the other girls and boys Not to meddle with my toys.

To be idle requires a strong sense of personal identity.

Jealousy is the most radical primeval and naked form of admiration in war paint, so to speak.