What seems different in yourself; that's the rare thing you possess. The one thing that gives each of us his worth, and that's just what we try to suppress. And we claim to love life.

I wished for nothing beyond her smile, and to walk with her thus, hand in hand, along a sun warmed, flower bordered path.

Sadness is almost never anything but a form of fatigue.

To understand is nothing, but to be understood-that is the problem and the source of anguish. The soul throbs and would have the other know-but can not and feels isolated. Then come gestures, words, awkward explanations and material symbols for imponderable outbursts of feeling-and the soul despairs.

When I cease to be indignant I will have begun my old age.

Drunkenness is never anything but a substitute for happiness.

The true hypocrite is the one who ceases to perceive his deception, the one who lies with sincerity.