All of our miseries prove our greatness. They are the miseries of a dethroned monarch.

The God of the infinite is the God of the infinitesimal.

Clarity of mind means clarity of passion, too; this is why a great and clear mind loves ardently and sees distinctly what it loves.

How shall one who is so weak in his childhood become really strong when he grows older? We only change our fancies.

Those who do not hate their own selfishness and regard themselves as more important than the rest of the world are blind because the truth lies elsewhere

Do they think that they have given us great pleasure by telling us that they hold our soul to be no more than wind or smoke, and saying it moreover in tones of pride and satisfaction? Is this then something to be said gaily? Is it not on the contrary something to be said sadly, as being the saddest thing in the world?

All the miseries of mankind come from one thing, not knowing how to remain alone.