Man Must Become Better And More Evil.

People Live For The Morrow, Because The Day-after-to-morrow Is Doubtful.

We Are Always In Our Own Company.

How Did Reason Come Into The World? As Is Fitting, In An Irrational Manner, By Accident. One Will Have To Guess At It As At A Riddle.

Solitude Makes Us Tougher Towards Ourselves And Tenderer Towards Others. In Both Ways It Improves Our Character.

It Is Certainly Not The Least Charm Of A Theory That It Is Refutable.