And just look at these men: their eye saith it - they know nothing better on earth than to be with a woman.
Filth is at the bottom of their souls; and alas! If their filth hath spirit in it!

How much truth can a spirit bear, how much truth can a spirit dare? ... that became for me more and more the real measure of value.

There is one thing one has to have: either a soul that is cheerful by nature, or a soul made cheerful by work, love, art, and knowledge.

We, the generous and rich in spirit, who stand at the sides of the streets like open fountains and would hinder no one drinking from us. . . .

Man is the cruelest animal.

The sum of the inner movements which a man finds easy and as a consequence performs gracefully and with pleasure, one calls his soul; if these inner movements are plainly difficult and an effort for him, he is considered soulless.