One must love humanity in order to reach out into the unique essence of each individual: no one can be too low or too ugly.
Love is a peculiar thing.
The strides of humanity are slow, they can only be counted in centuries.
Supreme power rests in the will of all or of the majority.
There are only Epicureans, either crude or refined; Christ was the most refined.
We are always on stage, even when we are stabbed in earnest at the end.