To be lost in spiritlessness is the most terrible thing of all.

Take away paradox from the thinker and you have a professor.

To cheat oneself out of love is the most terrible deception; it is an eternal loss for which there is no reparation$$$ either in time or in eternity.

Whoever has learned to be anxious in the right way has learned the ultimate.

It is modest of the nightingale not to require anyone to listen to it; but it is also proud of the nightingale not to care whether any one listens to it or not.

Life has its own hidden forces which you can only discover by living.

Come$$$ sleep and death; you promise nothing$$$ you hold everything.

To pace about$$$ looking to obtain status$$$ looking to attain 'importance' - I can think of nothing more ridiculous.

Intelligence has got the upper hand to such an extent that it transforms the real task into an unreal trick and reality into a play.

Only the noble of heart are called to difficulty.