How much more sensuality invites to art than does sentimentality.

Please do not understand me too quickly.

What eludes logic is the most precious element in us, and one can draw nothing from a syllogism that the mind has not put there in advance.

Families, I hate you! Shut-in homes, closed doors, jealous possessors of happiness

What thwarts us and demands of us the greatest effort is also what can teach us most.

Through fear of resembling one another, through horror of having to submit, through uncertainty as well, through skepticism and complexity, there is a multitude of individual little beliefs for the triumph of strange little individuals.

I owe much to my friends; but, all things considered, it strikes me that I owe even more to my enemies. The real person springs life under a sting even better than under a caress.