After all, bluff and real emotion exist so easily side by side.

Beyond the grave they will find nothing but death. But we shall keep the secret, and for their happiness we shall allure them with the reward of heaven and eternity.

There is something at the bottom of every new human thought, every thought of genius, or even every earnest thought that springs up in any brain, which can never be communicated to others, even if one were to write volumes about it and were explaining one's idea for thirty-five years; there's something left which cannot be induced to emerge from your brain, and remains with you forever; and with it you will die, without communicating to anyone perhaps the most important of your ideas.

At first, art imitates life. Then life will imitate art.Then life will find its very existence from the arts.

When . . . in the course of all these thousands of years has man ever acted in accordance with his own interests?

In a way there's only a fine shade of difference between the healthy and the deranged.

I am alone, I thought, and they are everybody.