Courageous, unconcerned, scornful, coercive – so wisdom wisheth us; she is a woman, and ever loveth only a warrior.
Chastity is a virtue with some, but with many almost a vice. These are continent, to be sure: but doggish lust looketh enviously out of all that they do. Even into the heights of their virtue and into their cold spirit doth this creature follow them, with its discord.
But the worst enemy thou canst meet, wilt thou thyself always be; thou waylayest thyself in caverns and forests.
But more courage is needed to make an end than to make a new verse: that do all physicians and poets know well.
Behind thy thoughts and feelings, my brother, there is a mighty lord, an unknown sage – it is called Self; it dwelleth in thy body, it is thy body.
And this secret spake Life herself unto me. “Behold,” said she, “I am that which must ever surpass itself.”
And lost be the day to us in which a measure hath not been danced. And false be every truth which hath not had laughter along with it!
A plaything let woman be, pure and fine like the precious stone, illumined with the virtues of a world not yet come.
A good wind? Ah, he only who knoweth whither he saileth, knoweth what wind is good, and a fair wind for him.