Too long, the earth has been a madhouse!

To our strongest impulse, to the tyrant in us, not only our reason but also our conscience yields.

In a certain state it is indecent to live longer.

The desire for a strong faith is not the proof of a strong faith, rather the opposite. If one has it one may permit oneself the beautiful luxury of skepticism: one is secure enough, fixed enough for it.

We count the courtesies accorded us by unpopular people as offenses.

Every virtue inclines to stupidity, every stupidity to virtue; "stupid to the point of sanctity," they say in Russia, - let us be careful lest out of pure honesty we eventually become saints and bores!

If you buy the why, the how is infinitely bearable