Truth that is naked is the most beautiful, and the simpler its expression the deeper is the impression it makes.

A man finds himself, to his great astonishment, suddenly existing, after thousands and thousands of years of non-existence: he lives for a little while; and then, again, comes an equally long period when he must exist no more. The heart rebels against this, and feels that it cannot be true.

Whatever torch we kindle, and whatever space it may illuminate, our horizon will always remain encircled by the depth of night.

You are free to do what you want, but you are not free to want what you want.

To gain anything we have longed for is only to discover how vain and empty it is; and even though we are always living in expectation of better things, at the same time we often repent and long to have the past back again.

...a genuine work of art, can never be false, nor can it be discredited through the lapse of time, for it does not present an opinion but the thing itself.

A man can be himself only so long as he is alone.