In true love it is the soul that envelops the body.

A refined soul is distressed to know that someone owes it thanks; a crude soul, to know that it owes someone thanks.

The end of a melody is not its goal; but nonetheless, if the melody had not reached its end it would not have reached its goal either. A parable.

He who rejoices even at the stake triumphs not over pain but over the absence of pain where he had anticipated feeling it. A parable.

The earth has a skin and that skin has diseases; one of its diseases is called man.

Great things demand that we either remain silent about them or speak in a great manner: in a great manner, that is-cynically and with innocence.

The only excuse for God is that he doesn't exist.