Men inadvertently comport themselves with nobility when they have grown accustomed to wanting nothing from others and always giving to them.

Speaking of Georges Bizet: His music has the tang of sunny climates, their bracing air, their clearness. It voices a sensibility hitherto unknown to us.

I will believe in the Redeemer when the Christians look a little more redeemed.

The strongest knowledge (that of the total freedom of the human will) is nonetheless the poorest in successes: for it always has the strongest opponent, human vanity.

If thinking is your fate, revere this fate with divine honour and sacrifice to it the best, the most beloved

Pity makes suffering contagious.

What, if some day or night a demon were to steal after you into your loneliest loneliness and say to you: 'This life as you now live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innumerable times more' ... Would you not throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse the demon who spoke thus? Or have you once experienced a tremendous moment when you would have answered him: 'You are a god and never have I heard anything more divine.