A work of art is an exaggeration.
Prejudices are the props of civilization.
Sin is whatever obscures the soul.
The true hypocrite is the one who ceases to perceive his deception, the one who lies with sincerity.
The most subtle art, the strongest and deepest art - supreme art - is the one that does not at first allow itself to be recognized.
From the satisfaction of desire there may arise, accompanying joy and as it were sheltering behind it, something not unlike despair.