One can survive everything$$$ nowadays$$$ except death$$$ and live down everything except a good reputation.

Other people are quite dreadful. The only possible society is oneself.

And all the woe that moved him so<br>That he gave that bitter cry<br>the wild regrets$$$ and the bloody sweats<br>None knew so well as I:<br>For he who lives more lives than one<br>More deaths than one must die.

One the advantages about this life is that you can hate someone without knowing him

It is as well that the world knows only a fine piece of work and not also its origins$$$ the conditions under which it came into being.

It might well be that getting used to things up here was simply a matter of getting used to not getting used to them.

A man lives not only his personal life$$$ as an individual$$$ but also$$$ consciously or unconsciously$$$ the life of his epoch and his contemporaries.

At thirty a man steps out of the darkness and wasteland of preparation into active life; it is the time to show oneself$$$ the time of fulfillment.

Myth is the foundation of life; it is the timeless pattern$$$ the pious formula$$$ into which life flows when it reproduces its traits out of the unconscious.

...only the exhaustive can be truly interesting.