The thing that cowardice fears most is decision

Marriage brings one into fatal connection with custom and tradition, and traditions and customs are like the wind and weather, altogether incalculable.

This, then, is the ultimate paradox of thought: to want to discover something that thought itself cannot think.

For like a poisonous breath over the fields, like a mass of locusts over Egypt, so the swarm of excuses is a general plaque, a ruinous infection among men, that eats off the sprouts of the Eternal.

A poet is not an apostle; he drives out devils only by the power of the devil.

Freedom's possibility is not the ability to choose the good or the evil. The possibility is to be able.

Only the noble of heart are called to difficulty.