When Virtue Has Slept It

No One Talks More Passionately About His Rights Than He Who In The Depths Of His Soul Doubts Whether He Has Any. By Enlisting Passion On His Side He Wants To Stifle His Reason And Its Doubts: Thus He Will Acquire A Good Conscience And With It Success Among His Fellow Men.

I Am Not A Human Being, I Am Dynamite.

One Must Have All The Virtues To Sleep Well. Shall I Bear False Witness? Shall I Commit Adultery? Shall I Covet My Neighbor's Maid? All That Would Go Ill With Good Sleep.

When Self Control Is Lacking In Small Things, The Ability To Apply It To Matters Of Importance Withers Away. Every Day In Which One Does Not At Least Deny Himself Some Trifle Is Badly Spent And A Threat To The Day Following.

What, If Some Day Or Night A Demon Were To Steal After You Into Your Loneliest Loneliness And Say To You: 'this Life As You Now Live It And Have Lived It, You Will Have To Live Once More And Innumerable Times More' ... Would You Not Throw Yourself Down And Gnash Your Teeth And Curse The Demon Who Spoke Thus? Or Have You Once Experienced A Tremendous Moment When You Would Have Answered Him: 'you Are A God And Never Have I Heard Anything More Divine.