How evil life must be if it were indeed necessary that such imploring cries, such cries of physical and moral wretchedness, should ever and ever ascend to heaven!
If people can just love each other a little bit, they can be so happy.
An entire lifetime would not be long enough for you to exhaust the glance of the young harvest-girl.
The conclusion does not belong to the artist.
Perfection is such a nuisance that I often regret having cured myself of using tobacco.
Truth is on the march, and nothing will stop it.