A guilty conscience needs to confess. A work of art is a confession.

Of course, true love is exceptional - two or three times a century, more or less. The rest of the time there is vanity or boredom.

I explained to him, however, that my nature was such that my physical needs often got in the way of my feelings.

No cause justifies the deaths of innocent people.

In the world today, only a philosophy of eternity could justify non-violence.

Friendship is not so simple. It is hard to get and takes a long time, but when one ha it one cannot get rid of it, one has to face it.

he's incapable of suffering for a long time, or being happy for a long time. Which means that he's incapable of anything really worth while.