One Thing A Man Must Have: Either

My Solitude Doesn’t Depend On The Presence Or Absence Of People; On The Contrary, I Hate Who Steals My Solitude Without, In Exchange, Offering Me True Company.

When Good Friends Praise A Gifted Person He Often Appears To Be Delighted With Them Out Of Politeness And Goodwill, But In Reality He Feels Indifferent.

In The End One Only Experiences Oneself.

What Is Evil?-whatever Springs From Weakness.

I Love Him Who Is Ashamed When The Dice Fall In His Favour, And Who Then Asketh: "am I A Dishonest Player?" - For He Is Willing To Succumb.