A sub-clerk in the post-office is the equal of a conqueror if consciousness is common to them.

Without work, all life goes rotten. But when work is soulless, life stifles and dies.

To lose the touch of flowers and women's hands is the supreme separation.

Art and revolt will die only with the last man.

You always get exaggerated notions of things you don't know anything about.

To grow old is to pass from passion to compassion.

At one time or another all normal people have wished their loved ones were dead.