The mind is the result of the torments the flesh undergoes or inflicts upon itself.

Glory - once achieved, what is it worth?

He who hates himself is not humble.

Melancholy redeems this universe, and yet it is melancholy that separates us from it.

The multiplication of our kind borders on the obscene; the duty to love them, on the preposterous.

One does not inhabit a country; one inhabits a language. That is our country, our fatherland - and no other.

Tyranny destroys or strengthens the individual; freedom enervates him, until he becomes no more than a puppet. Man has more chances of saving himself by hell than by paradise.