Talking nonsense is the sole privilege mankind possesses over the other organisms. It's by talking nonsense that one gets to the truth! I talk nonsense, therefore I'm human

Faith does not, in the realist, spring from the miracle but the miracle from the faith.

I am too young and I've loved you too much.

In abstract love of humanity one almost always only loves oneself.

If the spirit has passed through a great many sensations, possibly it can no longer be sated with them, but grows more excited, and demands more sensations, and stronger and stronger ones, until at length it falls exhausted.

To be in love is not the same as loving. You can be in love with a woman and still hate her.

Hell is the inability to love.