Defeat is a thing of weariness, of incoherence, of boredom, and above all futility.

The house, the stars, the desert -- what gives them their beauty is something that is invisible!

The flower you single out is a rejection of all other flowers; nevertheless, only on these terms is it beautiful.

Language is the source of misunderstandings.

He who is different from me does not impoverish me - he enriches me. Our unity is constituted in something higher than ourselves - in Man... For no man seeks to hear his own echo, or to find his reflection in the glass.

But the conceited man did not hear him. Conceited people never hear anything but praise.

Defeat is a thing of weariness, of incoherence, of boredom, and above all futility.