Who taught you all this, doctor?" The reply came promptly: "Suffering.

Travel, which is like a greater and a graver science, brings us back to ourselves.

There is always a certain hour of the day and of the night when a man’s courage is at its lowest ebb, and it was that hour only that he feared.

Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time.

The only conception of freedom I can have is that of the prisoner or the individual in the midst of the State. The only one I know is freedom of thought and action.

God put self-pity by the side of despair like the cure by the side of the disease.

What did it matter if he existed for two or for twenty years? Happiness was the fact that he had existed.