We crave support in vanity, as we do in religion, and never forgive contradictions in that sphere.

For a man who has done his natural duty, death is as natural as sleep.

Is it indeed from the experience of beauty and happiness, from the occasional harmony between our nature and our environment, that we draw our conception of the divine life.

The truth is cruel, but it can be loved, and it makes free those who have loved it.

Our occasional madness is less wonderful than our occasional sanity.

My atheism, like that of Spinoza, is true piety towards the universe and denies only gods fashioned by men in their own image, to be servants of their human interests.

The effort of art is to keep what is interesting in existence, to recreate it in the eternal.