To win ones joy through struggle is better than to yield to melancholy.

Obsessions of the Orient, of the desert, of its ardor and its emptiness, of the shadows of palm gardens, of the garments white and wide - obsessions where the senses go berserk, where nerves are exasperated, and which made me, at the onset of each night, believe sleep impossible.

Man's responsibility increases as that of the gods decreases.

To win ones joy through struggle is better than to yield to melancholy.

One does not discover new lands without consenting to lose sight of the shore for a very long time.

The individual person is more interesting than people in general; he and not they is the one whom God created in His image.

Prejudices are the props of civilization.