Oh, gentlemen, perhaps I really regard myself as an intelligent man only because throughout my entire life I've never been able to start or finish anything. Granted, granted I'm a babbler, a harmless, irksome babbler, as we all are. But what's to be done if the sole and express purpose of every intelligent man is babble--that is, a deliberate pouring from empty into void.

Power is given only to him who dares to stoop and take it ... one must have the courage to dare.

What if man is not really a scoundrel, man in general, I mean, the whole race of mankind-then all the rest is prejudice, simply artificial terrors and there are no barriers and it's all as it should be.

Yes, that's right... love should come before logic ... Only then will man come to understand the meaning of life.

To achieve perfection, one must first begin by not understanding many things! And if we understand too quickly, we may not understand well.

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

in the newspapers I read a biography about an American. He left his whole huge fortune to factories and for the positive sciences, his skeleton to the students at the academy there, and his skin to make a drum so as to have the American national anthem drummed on it day and night.