By the time a philospher answers a question weve usually forgotten what was asked.

Most quarrels amplify a misunderstanding.

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.

The artist who is after success lets himself be influenced by the public. Generally such an artist contributes nothing new, for the public acclaims only what it already knows, what it recognizes.

Sin is whatever obscures the soul.

From the satisfaction of desire there may arise, accompanying joy and as it were sheltering behind it, something not unlike despair.

A work of art is an exaggeration.