Some men have sighed over the abduction of their wives, but many more have sighed because no one wanted to abduct theirs.

Impoliteness is frequently the sign of an awkward modesty that loses its head when surprised and hopes to conceal this with rudeness.

How far is truth susceptible of embodiment? That is the question, that is the experiment.

Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today

He who climbeth on the highest mountains, laugheth at all tragic plays and tragic realities.

If there is to be art, if there is to be any aesthetic doing and seeing, one physiological condition is indispensable: frenzy.

Death is close enough at hand so we do not need to be afraid of life.