My God, but what do I care about the laws of nature and arithmatic if for some reason these laws and two times two is four are not to my liking?

I did not understand that she was hiding her feelings under irony, that this is usually the last refuge of modest and chaste-souled people when the privacy of their soul is coarsely and intrusively invaded, and that their pride makes them refuse to surrender till the last moment and shrink from giving expression to their feelings before you. to have guessed the truth from the timidity with which she had repeatedly approached her sarcasm, only bringing herself to utter it at last with an effort.

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

There is nothing easier than lopping off heads and nothing harder than developing ideas.

Life is what matters, life alone - the continuous, eternal process of discovering life - and not the discovery itself.

Lamentations comfort only by lacerating the heart still more. Such grief does not desire consolation. It feeds on the sense of its hopelessness. Lamentations spring only from the constant craving to re-open the wound.

Everything seems stupid when it fails.