Something is always born of excess: great art was born of great terror, great loneliness, great inhibitions, instabilities, and it always balances them.
Men are as much blinded by the extremes of misery as by the extremes of prosperity
All is wholesome in the absence of excess
Of what delights are we deprived by our excesses!
The excessive increase of anything causes a reaction in the opposite direction
Clogged with yesterday's excess, the body drags the mind down with it
Excess weakens the spirits
Extreme positions are not succeeded by moderate ones, but by contrary extreme positions
Sad fancies do we then affect,
In luxury of disrespect
To our own prodigal excess
Of too familiar happiness.

Ode to Lycoris


On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
On Friendship: "A crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."