One loves ultimately one's desires, not the thing desired.

Only sick music makes money today.

Men submit from habit to everything that seeks power.

Truths are illlusions which we have forgotten are illusions.

It is regrettable that a Dostoyevsky did not live near this most interesting of all decadents (Jesus Christ) - I mean someone who would have known how to sense the very stirring charm of such a mixture of the sublime, the sickly, and the childlike.

You gave him an opportunity of showing greatness of character and he did not seize it. He will never forgive you for that.

Those people have no real interest in a science who only begin to get excited about it when they themselves have made discoveries in it.