When one has not had a good father, one must create one.

There is always some madness in love.

The great man fights the elements in his time that hinder his own greatness, in other words his own freedom and sincerity.

Such men alone are my readers, my proper readers, my preordained readers. Of what account are the rest? The rest are simply... humanity. One must be superior to humanity in power, in loftiness of soul- in contempt.

Talking much about oneself may be a way of hiding oneself.

The machine is impersonal, it takes the pride away from a piece of work, the individual merits and defects that go along with allwork that is not done by a machine--which is to say, its little bit of humanity.

The public easily confuses him who fishes in troubled waters with him who draws up water from the depths.