Rejoicing in our joy, not suffering over our suffering, makes someone a friend.

The desire to annoy no one, to harm no one, can equally well be the sign of a just as of an anxious disposition.

But this people has deliberately made itself stupid, for nearly a millennium: nowhere have the two great European narcotics, alcohol and Christianity, been abused more dissolutely.

I am really very, very tired of everything - more than tired.

We have art in order not to die of the truth.

Sometimes it just takes stronger eyeglasses to cure those who are in love--and someone with the ability to imagine a face or a figure twenty years older might perhaps pass through life quite undisturbed.

Who is better, they who promote truth over happiness, or happiness over truth?