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

A man who is very busy seldom changes his opinions.

The sick woman especially: no one surpasses her in refinements for ruling, oppressing, tyrannising.

The so-called paradoxes of an author, to which a reader takes exception, often exist not in the author's book at all, but rather in the reader's head.

The lie is a condition of life.

Christianity in particular should be dubbed a great treasure-chamber of ingenious consolations, such a store of refreshing, soothing, deadening drugs has it accumulated within itself.

We must understand how to hide in darkness in order to escape the gnat-swarms of utterly annoying admirers.