I swear to you, sirs, that excessive consciousness is a disease--a genuine, absolute disease.

There are things which a man is afraid to tell even to himself, and every decent man has a number of such things stored away in his mind.

It’s not God that I do not accept, you understand, it is this world of God’s, created by God, that I do not accept and cannot agree to accept.

Listen, in dreams and especially in nightmares, from indigestion or anything, a man sees sometimes such artistic visions, such complex and real actuality, such events, even a whole world of events, woven into such a plot, with such unexpected details from the most exalted matters to the last button on a cuff, as I swear Leo Tolstoy has never invented.

Truly great men must, I think, experience great sorrow on the earth.

Drive nature out of the door and it will fly in at the window

Beauty would save the world.