Animals hear about death for the first time when they die.

For the world is Hell, and men are on the one hand the tormented souls and on the other the devils in it.

Mankind cannot get on without a certain amount of absurdity.

For an author to write as he speaks is just as reprehensible as the opposite fault, to speak as he writes; for this gives a pedantic effect to what he says, and at the same time makes him hardly intelligible.

If the world were a paradise of luxury and ease, a land flowing with milk and honey, where every Jack obtained his Jill at once and without any difficulty, men would either die of boredom or hang themselves; or there would be wars, massacres, and murders; so that in the end mankind would inflict more suffering on itself than it has now to accept at the hands of Nature.

Music is the melody whose text is the world.

Faith is like love: it does not let itself be forced.