It was as if that great rush of anger had washed me clean, emptied me of hope, and, gazing up at the dark sky spangled with its signs and stars, for the first time, the first, I laid my heart open to the benign indifference of the universe. To feel it so like myself, indeed, so brotherly, made me realize that I'd been happy, and that I was happy still. For all to be accomplished, for me to feel less lonely, all that remained to hope was that on the day of my execution there should be a huge crowd of spectators and that they should greet me with howls of execration.

Healthy people have a natural skill of avoiding feverish eyes.

We have art in order not to die of life.

Man cannot do without beauty, and this is what our era pretends to want to disregard.

The best are led to make greater demands upon themselves. As for those who succumb, they did not deserve to survive.

We continue to shape our personality all our life. If we knew ourselves perfectly, we should die.

Have pity, Lord, on those who love and are separated.