Those who are devoid of purpose will make the void their purpose.

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.

I still live, I still think: I still have to live, for I still have to think.

The best friend will probably acquire the best wife, because a good marriage is founded on the talent for friendship.

Art depends upon the inexactitude of sight.

In this state one enriches everything out of one's own fullness: whatever one sees, whatever wills is seen swelled, taut, strong, overloaded with strength. A man in this state transforms things until they mirror his power—until they are reflections of his perfection. This having to transform into perfection is—art.

Envy and jealousy are the private parts of the human soul. Perhaps the comparison can be extended.