Our sense of the tragic waxes and wanes with our sensuality.

However closely people are attached to one another, their mutual horizon nonetheless includes all four compass directions, and nowand again they notice it.

No artist tolerates reality.

Lying very still and thinking very little is the most inexpensive medicine for all the sicknesses of the soul, and when administered with good intentions it grows more and more pleasant with each passing hour.

We must repay goodness and wickedness: but why exactly to the person who has done us a good or a wicked turn?

Pathetic attitudes are not in keeping with greatness.

One has to know the size of one's stomach.