No good water comes from a muddy spring. No sweet fruit comes from a bitter seed.

Muse who in the past inspired me to sing of the throes of love: Go and repose. What I need is a sword, rivers of gold, and acrid prose.

The tyranny of some is possible only through the cowardice of others.

He who would love much has also much to suffer.

Abstract cleverness of the mind only separates the thinker from the world of reality, and that world, the Forest of Real Life, is in a desperate condition now …

The unexamined life is not worth living.

My success and my misfortunes, the bright and the dark days I have gone through, everything has proved to me that in this world, either physical or moral, good…