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

I make myself strict rules in order to correct my nature. But it is my nature that I finally obey.

I can feel this heart inside me and I conclude it exists. I can touch this world and I also conclude that it exists. All my knowledge ends at this point. The rest is hypothesis.

Blessed are the hearts that can bend; they shall never be broken.

If absolute truth belongs to anyone in this world, it certainly does not belong to the man or party that claims to possess it.

Beauty, no doubt, does not make revolutions. But a day will come when revolutions will have need of beauty.

Mistakes are joyful, truth infernal.