He who knoweth the reader, doeth nothing more for the reader. Another century of readers - and spirit itself will stink.

One must learn to love oneself with a wholesome and healthy love, so that one can bear to be with oneself and need not roam.

How poisonous, how crafty, how bad, does every long war make one, which cannot be waged openly by means of force!

It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.

I devote myself to what I love the most, and for this very reason I hesitate to designate it with lofty words: I do not want to risk believing that it is a sublime compulsion, a law, which I obey: I love what I love the most too much to wish to appear to it as one compelled.

Take a chance and try my fare! It will grow on you, I swear; Soon it will taste good to you!

The hypocrite who always plays one and the same part ceases at last to be a hypocrite.