It is not a lucky word, this name impossible; no good comes of those who have it so often in their mouths.

The fine arts once divorcing themselves from truth are quite certain to fall mad, if they do not die.

To me the Universe was all void of Life, of Purpose, of Volition, even of Hostility; it was one huge, dead, immeasurable Steam-engine, rolling on, in its dead indifference, to grind me limb from limb. Oh vast gloomy, solitary Golgotha, and Mill of Death! Why was the living banished thither companionless, conscious? Why, if there is no Devil; nay, unless the Devil is your God?

Out of the lowest depths there is a path to the loftiest heights.

Let him who gropes painfully in darkness or uncertain light, and prays vehemently that the dawn may ripen into day, lay this precept well to heart: "Do the duty which lies nearest to thee," which thou know to be a duty! Thy second duty will already have become clearer.

Show me the person you honor, for I know better by that the kind of person you are. For you show me what your idea of humanity is.

A background of wrath, which can be stirred up to the murderous infernal pitch, does lie in every man.