Christianity, above all, consoles; but there are naturally happy souls who do not need consolation. Consequently Christianity begins by making such souls unhappy, for otherwise it would have no power over them.

So long as we live among men, let us cherish humanity.

The sole art that suits me is that which, rising from unrest, tends toward serenity.

A work of art is an exaggeration.

The difficulty comes from this, that Christianity (Christian orthodoxy) is exclusive and that belief in its truth excludes belief in any other truth. It does not absorb; it repulses.

Envying another man's happiness is madness; you wouldn't know what to do with it if you had it.

I advise the young to tell themselves constantly that most often it is up to them alone.