Sunsets and death; death and therefore kisses, kisses and consequently birth and then death for yet another generation of sunset watchers.

To be a fool at the right time is also an art.

The horror no less than the charm of real life consists precisely in the recurrent actualization of the inconceivable

Craving for power is not a vice of the body, consequently it knows none of the limitations imposed by a tired or satiated physiology upon gluttony, intemperance and lust

The charm of history and its enigmatic lesson consist in the fact that, from age to age, nothing changes and yet everything is completely different.

The rush to books and universities is like the rush to the public house. People want to drown their realization of the difficulties of living properly in this grotesque contemporary world, they want to forget their own deplorable inefficiency as artists in life.

Good is a product of the ethical and spiritual artistry of individuals; it cannot be mass-produced.