To be ashamed of one’s immorality is a step on the ladder at the end of which one is ashamed also of one’s morality.
There is an innocence of admiration: it is possessed by him to whom it has not yet occurred that he himself may he admired some day.
The thought of suicide is a great consolation: by means of it one gets successfully through many a bad night.
The maturity of man — that means, to have reacquired the seriousness that one had as a child at play.
The fundamental constitution of existence might be such that one succumbed by a full knowledge of it—so that the strength of a mind might be measured by the amount of “truth” it could endure—or to speak more plainly, by the extent to which it required truth attenuated, veiled, sweetened, damped, and falsified.
Sensuality often forces the growth of love too much, so that its root remains weak, and is easily torn up.