Fate is not in man but around him

...Any authentic creation is a gift to the future.

I enjoyed my own nature to the fullest, and we all know there lies happiness, although, to soothe one another mutually, we occasionally pretend to condemn such joys as selfishness.

A liking for truth at any cost is a passion that spares nothing and that nothing resists. It's a vice, at times a comfort, or a selfishness.

He who despairs of the human condition is a coward, but he who has hope for it is a fool.

The innocent is the person who explains nothing

The more I produce, the less I am certain. On the road along which the artist walks, night falls ever more densely. Finally, he dies blind.