My conviction gains infinitely the moment another soul will believe in it.

The work of art assumes the existence of the perfect spectator, and is indifferent to the fact that no such person exists.

You want to love everyone equally, and that's worse than impossible--it's wrong.

If only the sense of actuality can be lulled-and it sleeps for ever in most historians-there is no passion that cannot be gratified in the past.

Nonsense and beauty have close connections.

If we act the truth the people who really love us are sure to come back to us in the long run

Passion should believe itself irresistible. It should forget civility and consideration and all the other curses of a refined nature. Above all, it should never ask for leave where there is a right of way.