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

Because we have for millenia made moral, aesthetic, religious demands on the world, looked upon it with blind desire, passion or fear, and abandoned ourselves to the bad habits of illogical thinking, this world has gradually become so marvelously variegated, frightful, meaningful, soulful, it has acquired color - but we have been the colorists: it is the human intellect that has made appearances appear and transported its erroneous basic conceptions into things.

Solitude makes us tougher towards ourselves and tenderer towards others. In both ways it improves our character.

One must give value to their existence by behaving as if ones very existence were a work of art.

All things that are truly great are at first thought impossible.

It is no doubt possible to fly--but first you must know how to dance like an angel.

Once we have found ourselves, we must understand how from time to time to lose--and then to find--ourselves once again: assuming,that is, that we are thinkers. For a thinker it is a drawback to be bound to a single person all the time.