Love only what befalls you and is spun for you by fate.
I have often wondered how it is that every man loves himself more than all the rest of men, but yet sets less value on his own opinions of himself than on the opinions of others.
The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane.
Whatever the universal nature assigns to any man at any time is for the good of that man at that time.
The universe is transformation: life is opinion.
Men exist for the sake of one another.