Everything is vain and tortures the spirit instead of calming and satisfying it.

The weakness of ourselves and of our reason makes us see flaws in beauties by making us consider everything piece by piece.

What good to me is the festive garment of freedom when I am in a slave's smock at home?

All human wisdom works and has worries and grief as reward.

The thirst for vengeance was the beautiful nature which Homer imitated.

Not only the entire ability to think rests on language... but language is also the crux of the misunderstanding of reason with itself.