In art the end does not sanctify the means: but sacred means employed here can sanctify the end.

Faith, indeed, has up to the present not been able to move real mountains, although I do not know who assumed that it could. But it can put mountains where there are none.

Heroism--that is the disposition of a man who aspires to a goal compared to which he himself is wholly insignificant. Heroism is the good will to self-destruction.

At present I am light, now I fly, now I see myself below me, now a god dances through me.

In solitude the lonely man is eaten up by himself, among crowds by the many.

Pity is extolled as the virtue of prostitutes.

One hears - one does not seek; one takes - one does not ask who gives.