Every virtue has its privilege: for example, that of contributing its own little bundle of wood to the funeral pyre of one condemned.

Whoever has character also has his typical experience, which returns over and over again.

Your enemy shall ye seek; your war shall ye wage, and for the sake of your thoughts! And if your thoughts succumb, your uprightness shall still shout triumph thereby!

One must be a sea, to receive a polluted stream without becoming impure.

When one thinks profusely and cleverly, not only his face but his body too takes on a clever appearance.

As an artist one has no home in Europe except in Paris.

Learning from one's enemies is the best way to love them, for it puts one into a grateful mood toward them.