When truth is buried, it grows. It chokes. It gathers such an explosive force that on the day it bursts out, it blows up everything with it.

Did not one spend the first half of one's days in dreams of happiness and the second half in regrets and terrors?

The fate of animals is of greater importance to me than the fear of appearing ridiculous; it is indissolubly connected with the fate of men.

These young people naturally grow up with ideas different from ours, for they are born for times when we shall no longer be here

Inability, human incapacity, is the only boundary to an art.

When lovers kiss on the cheeks, it is because they are searching, feeling for one another's lips. Lovers are made by a kiss.

If you shut up truth and bury it under the ground, it will but grow, and gather to itself such explosive power that the day it bursts through it will blow up everything in its way.