How far is truth susceptible of embodiment? That is the question, that is the experiment.

New ways I go, a new speech comes to me; weary I grow, like all creators, of the old tongues. My spirit no longer wants to walk on worn soles.

"What is good?" ye ask. To be brave is good. Let the little girls say: "To be good is what is pretty, and at the same time touching."

The genius-in work and in deed-is necessarily a squanderer: the fact that he spends himself constitutes his greatness.

A woman may very well form a friendship with a man, but for this to endure, it must be assisted by a little physical antipathy.

When a man is ill his very goodness is sickly.

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