We are all growing volcanoes, which will have their hours of eruption: how near or how distant this is, nobody of course knows, not even the good God.
There is nothing we are fonder of communicating to others than the seal of secrecy — together with what is under it.
The secret of realising the largest productivity and the greatest enjoyment of existence is to live in danger!
The most perfidious manner of injuring a cause is to vindicate it intentionally with fallacious arguments.
Mystical explanations are regarded as profound; the truth is that they do not even go the length of being superficial.
Let us be on our guard against saying that death is contrary to life. The living being is only a species of dead being, and a very rare species.
In respect to seeking work for the sake of the pay, almost all men are alike at present in civilised countries; to all of them work is a means, and not itself the end ; on which account they are not very select in the choice of the work, provided it yields an abundant profit. But still there are rarer men who would rather perish than work without delight in their labour: the fastidious people, difficult to satisfy, whose object is not served by an abundant profit, unless the work itself be the reward of all rewards. Artists and contemplative men of all kinds belong to this rare species of human beings; and also the idlers who spend their life in hunting and travelling, or in love-affairs and adventures. They all seek toil and trouble in so far as these are associated with pleasure, and they want the severest and hardest labour, if it be necessary. In other respects, how-ever, they have a resolute indolence, even should impoverishment, dishonour, and danger to health and life be associated therewith. They are not so much afraid of ennui as of labour without pleasure.