Even when one sits in the prisoner's dock, it is interesting to hear talk about oneself.

To those who despair of everything reason cannot provide a faith, but only passion, and in this case it must be the same passion that lay at the root of the despair, namely humiliation and hatred.

Wandering seemed no more than the happiness of an anxious man.

We always deceive ourselves twice about the people we love - first to their advantage, then to their disadvantage.

At the heart of all beauty lies something inhuman.

These are facts the heart can feel; yet they call for careful study before they become clear to the intellect.

To correct a natural indifference I was placed half-way between misery and the sun. Misery kept me from believing that all was well under the sun, and the sun taught me that history wasn't everything.