Ten truths must you find during the day; otherwise will you seek truth during the night, and your soul will have been hungry.

Speaking of Georges Bizet: His music has the tang of sunny climates, their bracing air, their clearness. It voices a sensibility hitherto unknown to us.

...lust is only a sweet poison for the weakling, but for those who will with a lion's heart it is the reverently reserved wine of wines.

We become aware, however, that all customs, even the hardest, grow pleasanter and milder with time, and that the severest way of life may become a habit and therefore a pleasure.

Not the intensity but the duration of high feelings makes high men.

The thought of suicide is a great source of comfort: with it a calm passage is to be made across many a bad night.

I am not a human being, I am dynamite.