There would be no sunshine in society if the born flatterers, I mean the so-called amiable people, did not bring it in with them.

Every characteristic absence of spirituality, every piece of common vulgarity, is due to an inability to resist a stimulus - you have to react, you follow every impulse.

There is no more dreary or more repulsive creature than the man who has evaded his genius.

Mothers easily become jealous of their sons' friends when they are particularly successful. As a rule a mother loves herself in her son more than she does the son himself.

Love brings to light the lofty and hidden characteristics of the lover--what is rare and exceptional in him: to that extent it caneasily be deceptive with respect to what is normal in him.

In the end one only experiences oneself.

Enjoy life. This is not a dress rehearsal.