Solitude Makes Us Tougher Towards Ourselves And

Our Faith In Others Betrays That We Would Rather Have Faith In Ourselves. Our Longing For A Friend Is Our Betrayer. And Often With Our Love We Want Merely To Overcome Envy. And Often We Attack And Make Ourselves Enemies, To Conceal That We Are Vulnerable.

It Is A Distinction To Have Many Virtues, But A Hard Lot.

Every Word Instantly Becomes A Concept Precisely Insofar As It Is Not Supposed To Serve As A Reminder Of The Unique And Entirely Individual Original Experience To Which It Owes Its Origin; But Rather, A Word Becomes A Concept Insofar As It Simultaneously Has To Fit Countless More Or Less Similar Cases -- Which Means, Purely And Simply, Cases Which Are Never Equal And Thus Altogether Unequal.

Horrible Experiences Lead Us To Wonder Whether The Person Who Experiences Them Might Not Be Something Horrible.

Every Man Has His Price. This Is Not True. But For Every Man There Exists A Bait Which He Cannot Resist Swallowing.