That must be wonderful; I have no idea of what it means.

“To think the way you do,” he said smiling, “you have to be a man who lives either on a tremendous despair, or on a tremendous hope.” “On both, perhaps.”

Don't wait for the last judgment - it takes place every day.

There will be no lasting peace either in the heart of individuals or in social customs until death is outlawed.

I used to advertise my loyalty and I don't believe there is a single person I loved that I didn't eventually betray.

One might think, that a period which, within fifty years, uproots, enslaves or kills seventy million human beings, should only, and forthwith, be condemned. But also its guilt must be understood.

And often he who has chosen the fate of the artist because he felt himself to be different soon realizes that he can maintain neither his art nor his difference unless he admits that he is like the others. The artist forges himself to the others, midway between the beauty he cannot do without and the community he cannot tear himself away from.