From a hundred rabbits you can't make a horse.

Man is sometimes extraordinarily, passionately, in love with suffering.

The jealous are the readiest of all to forgive, and all women know it.

I have no self-respect. But can a man of acute sensibility respect himself at all?

Man has it all in his hands, and it all slips through his fingers from sheer cowardice.

The essence of religious feeling does not come under any sort of reasoning or atheism, and has nothing to do with any crimes or misdemeanors. There is something else here, and there will always be something else - something that the atheists will for ever slur over; they will always be talking of something else.

Every man has some reminiscences which he would not tell to everyone, but only to his friends. He has others which he would not reveal even to his friends, but only to himself, and that in secret. But finally there are still others which a man is even afraid to tell himself, and every decent man has a considerable number of such things stored away. That is, one can even say that the more decent he is, the greater the number of such things in his mind.