In most men there exists a poet who died young, whom the man survived.

Nature wants us to enjoy life to the full and die without giving it a second thought; Christianity wants the opposite.

If you want to succeed, limit yourself.

Nothing is more painful to me than the disdain with which people treat second-rate authors, as if there were room only for the first-raters.

If I had a device, it would be the true, the true only, leaving the beautiful and the good to settle matters afterwards as best they could.

Despair itself if it goes on long enough, can become a kind of sanctuary in which one settles down and feels at ease.

Since it is necessary to have enemies, let us endeavour to have those who do us honour.