In the end we are always rewarded for our good will, our patience, fair-mindedness, and gentleness with what is strange.

Your highest thought, however, ye shall have it commanded unto you by me - and it is this: man is something that is to be surpassed.

The perfect woman perpetrates literature as she perpetrates a small sin: as an experiment, in passing, glancing around to see whether anybody notices--and to make sure that somebody notices.

In a certain state it is indecent to live longer.

The grand style arises when beauty wins a victory over the monstrous.

The first opinion that occurs to us when we are suddenly asked about something is usually not our own but only the current one pertaining to our class, position, or parentage; our own opinions seldom swim on the surface.

Such a man as instinctively feeds on pure ambrosia and leaves alone the indigestible in things.