We have all lost touch with life, we all limp, each to a greater or lesser degree.

The Golden Age is the most implausible of all dreams. But for it men have given up their life and strength; for the sake of it prophets have died and been slain; without it the people will not live and cannot die.

A single day is sufficient for a man to discover what happiness is.

What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.

If he's alive, everything is in his power! Whose fault is it that he doesn't understand that?

A true friend of mankind whose heart has but once quivered in compassion over the sufferings of the people, will understand and forgive all the impassable alluvial filth in which they are submerged, and will be able to discover the diamonds in the filth.

Every man looks out for himself, and he has the happiest life who manages to hoodwink himself best of all.