We are all born marked for evil.

...an industry which can furnish results identical to nature must be the absolute in art.

The form of a town changes more swiftly alas! Than the heart of a mortal.

Finer than any sand are dusts of gold that gleam, Vague starpoints, in the mystic iris of their eyes.

Alas, human vices, however horrible one might imagine them to be, contain the proof (were it only in their infinite expansion) of man's longing for the infinite; but it is a longing that often takes the wrong route. It is my belief that the reason behind all culpable excesses lies in this depravation of the sense of the infinite.

Nations, like families, have great men only in spite of themselves. They do everything in their power not to have any. And therefore, the great man, in order to exist, must possess a force of attack which is greater than the force of resistance developed by millions of people.

Every idea is endowed of itself with immortal life, like a human being. All created form, even that which is created by man, is immortal. For form is independent of matter: molecules do not constitute form.