He who thinks a great deal is not suited to be a party man: he thinks his way through the party and out the other side too soon.

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.

You implanted your highest goal into the heart of those passions: then they became your virtues and joys.

The great works are produced in such an ecstasy of love that they must always be unworthy of it, however great their worth otherwise.

How lovely it is that there are words and sounds. Are not words and sounds rainbows and illusive bridges between things which are eternally apart?

"Body am I, and soul" - so saith the child. And why should one not speak like children?

The arrogance that accompanies merit offends us even more than the arrogance of people who are lacking in merit: since merit itself offends us.