To call the world God is not to explain it; it is only to enrich our language with a superfluous synonym.

The Universe is a dream dreamed by a single dreamer where all the dream characters dream too.

A poet or philosopher should have no fault to find with his age if it only permits him to do his work undisturbed in his own corner; nor with his fate if the corner granted him allows of his following his vocation without having to think about other people.

Hatred is an affair of the heart; contempt that of the head.

No doubt, when modesty was made a virtue, it was a very advantageous thing for the fools, for everybody is expected to speak of himself as if he were one.

Our life is a loan received from death with sleep as the daily interest on this loan.

Thus, the task is not so much to see what no one yet has seen, but to think what nobody yet has thought about that which everybody sees.