What someone is, begins to be revealed when his talent abates, when he stops showing us what he can do.

Loneliness is one thing, solitude another.

We only hear questions that we are able to answer.

Not necessity, not desire - no, the love of power is the demon of men. Let them have everything - health, food, a place to live, entertainment - they are and remain unhappy and low-spirited: for the demon waits and waits and will be satisfied.

Nothing has been purchased more dearly than the little bit of reason and sense of freedom which now constitutes our pride.

In compassionate men, severity is a virtue.

So long as men praise you, you can only be sure that you are not yet on your own true path but on someone else's.