Truths are illlusions which we have forgotten are illusions.
Generally speaking, the greater a woman's beauty, the greater her modesty.
In the consciousness of the truth he has perceived, man now sees everywhere only the awfulness or the absurdity of existence and loathing seizes him.
When a man is in love he endures more than at other times; he submits to everything.
We talk so abstractly about poetry because all of us are usually bad poets.
For as long as they praise you, never forget that it is not yet your own path that you walk, but another person's.