At the bottom of enmity between strangers lies indifference.

A man who as a physical being is always turned toward the outside, thinking that his happiness lies outside him, finally turns inward and discovers that the source is within him.

All you'll get from strangers is surface pleasantry or indifference. Only someone who loves you will criticize you.

It was completely fruitless to quarrel with the world, whereas the quarrel with oneself was occasionally fruitful and always, she had to admit, interesting.

Life…can only be understood backwards…

Honour him, dear Symparanekromenoi, for his grey hair and his misfortune.