One lives but once in the world.

There is strong shadow where there is much light.

If you inquire what the people are like here, I must answer, 'The same as everywhere!'

Getting along with women, Knocking around with men, Having more credit than money, Thus one goes through the world.

When I compare myself, my being-myself, with anything else whatever, all things alike, all in the same degree, rebuff me with blank unlikeness.

Routine is the death to heroism.

Es gibt noch ein anderes, besseres Leben.