Every time a man is begotten and born, the clock of human life is wound up anew to repeat once more its same old tune that has already been played innumerable times, movement by movement and measure by measure, with insignificant variations.

Almost all of our sorrows spring out of our relations with other people.

There is in the world only the choice between loneliness and vulgarity. All young people should be taught now to put up with loneliness ... because the less man is compelled to come into contact with others, the better off he is.

There is something in us that is wiser than our head.

The world is my representation

The brain may be regarded as a kind of parasite of the organism, a pensioner, as it were, who dwells with the body.

It is only at the first encounter that a face makes its full impression on us.