Most people live dejectedly in worldly joys or sorrows. They sit on the sidelines and do not join the dance.

You should therefore say: alone in one's boat, alone with one's care, alone with one's despair, which one is craven enough to want rather to keep than submit to the pain of being healed.

My scholarly expectation is then that I may succeed in becoming clever in philosophy in spite of my stupidity.

Future is everything that past has forgotten.

It is more blessed to give than to receive, but then it is also more blessed to be able to do without than to have to have.

I have only one confidant, and that is the silence of night.

Just as in the great moment of resignation one does not mediate but chooses, now the task is to gain proficiency in repeating the impassioned choice and, existing, to express it in existence.