The ordinary man is as courageous and invulnerable as a hero when he does not recognize any danger, when he has no eyes to see it.Conversely, the hero's only vulnerable spot is on his back, and so exactly where he has no eyes.

What I really want from Music: That it be cheerful and profound like an afternoon in October.

Oh great star! What would your happiness be if you did not have us to shine for?

Loneliness is one thing, solitude another.

This is the crux of the moral pessimists: if they really wanted to promote their neighbor's redemption, then they would have to resolve themselves to spoiling existence for him, and thus to being his misfortune; out of pity, they would have to--become evil!

Weariness is the shortest path to equality and fraternity-and finally liberty is bestowed by sleep.

All good things were formerly bad things; every original sin has turned into an original virtue.