I know how ingratitude burns, how falsehood tortures, for I have been deceived in friendship and in love; I have learned to lose and to resign myself.

Beauty satisfies the senses completely and at the same time uplifts the soul. That which gratifies the senses is pleasant, and that which uplifts the soul without being sensual in the least is good, true, right, anything you like, but not beautiful.

History is the zoology of the human race.

When the theater gates open, a mob pours inside, and it is the poet's task to turn it into an audience.

Metaphysics must be based on what exists, for it has the task of explicating it.

The sun of a prince's good graces resembles that in the skies in that it shines most kindly upon the blackest people.

Do you think that it is possible to have a mere taste of commonness? Either one hates it or makes common cause with it.