Most people are far too much occupied with themselves to be malicious.

Those who know that they are profound strive for clarity. Those who would like to seem profound to the crowd strive for obscurity.

One is fruitful only at the cost of being rich in contradictions.

There is a rollicking kindness that looks like malice.

These small things -- nutrition, place, climate, recreation, the whole casuistry of selfishness -- are inconceivably more important than everything one has taken to be important so far.

What then in the last resort are the truths of mankind?--They are the irrefutable errors of mankind.