It may be that until now there has been no more potent means for beautifying man himself than piety: it can turn man into so much art, surface, play of colors, graciousness that his sight no longer makes one suffer.---
I can be thrown by the wayside, but I'm looking at the stars.
...one can speak with the utmost clearness, and yet not be heard by anyone.
The bite of conscience is indecent.
One has renounced the great life when one renounces war.
The demand to be loved is the greatest of all arrogant presumptions.