Bunglers and pedants judge art according to genre; they approve of this and dismiss that genre, but instead of genres, the open-minded connoisseur appreciates only individual works.

Right and proof are two crutches for everything bent and crooked that limps along.

Someone who is reluctant to say what he needs to say, often ends up doing so with an insolence whose crassness is proportionate tohis fear, once he gathers the necessary courage.

You can make the best of it and be content, or you can complain, it makes no difference. What does it matter that human beings judge the things that exist?

Love! Hate! Is there no third?

Why do villains have so much influence? Because the honest people are terribly dense.

A woman's passion is not the measure of a man's love.