Let us fear ourselves. Prejudices are the real robbers; vices are the real murderers. The great dangers lie within ourselves.
God became man, granted. The devil became a woman.
To rove about, musing, that is to say loitering, is, for a philosopher, a good way of spending time.
Not being heard is no reason for silence.
There is but one way of refusing To-morrow, that is to die.
Hope is a delusion; no hand can grasp a wave or a shadow.