Whoever loves becomes humble. Those who love have, so to speak, pawned a part of their narcissism.
Love and work, work and love...that's all there is.
Flowers are restful to look at. They have neither emotions nor conflicts.
I think that in general it is a good plan occasionally to bear in mind the fact that people were in the habit of dreaming before there was such a thing as psychoanalysis.
Only a good-for-nothing is not interested in his past.
Civilization has little to fear from educated people and brain-workers. In them the replacement of religious motives for civilized behaviors by other, secular motives, would proceed unobtrusively. . . .