We worship perfection because we can't have it; if we had it, we would reject it. Perfection is inhuman, because humanity is imperfect.

No intelligent idea can gain general acceptance unless some stupidity is mixed in with it.

I walk along a street and see in the faces of the passersby not the expression they really have but the expression they would have for me if they knew about my life and how I am, if I carried, transparent in my gestures and my face, the ridiculous, timid abnormality of my soul.

For who expects nothing, all that comes is grateful

Never having discovered qualities in myself which could attract someone else, I could never believe that anyone felt attracted to me.

Could it think, the heart would stop beating.

Multipliquei-me para me sentir.