What is it that you love in others?--My hopes.

If there is something to pardon in everything, there is also something to condemn.

He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. Is not life a hundred times too short for us to bore ourselves?

A book should long for pen, ink, and writing-table: but usually it is pen, ink, and writing-table that long for a book. That is why books are so negligible nowadays.

What someone is, begins to be revealed when his talent abates, when he stops showing us what he can do.

To escape boredom, man works either beyond what his usual needs require, or else he invents play, that is, work that is designed to quiet no need other than that for working in general.

Death is close enough at hand so we do not need to be afraid of life.