Sin ought to be something exquisite, my dear boy.
Through the centuries, the history of peoples is but a lesson in mutual tolerance.
It is not I who am strong, it is reason, it is truth.
Did science promise happiness? I do not believe it. It promised truth, and the question is to know if we will ever make happiness with truth.
I would rather die of passion than of boredom.
There are two men inside the artist, the poet and the craftsman. One is born a poet. One becomes a craftsman.