What is beautiful is moral, that is all there is to it.
Maybe happiness too is a metaphor invented on a day of boredom
I have patience in all things - as far as the antechamber.
I have no use for the kind of God who goes walking in his garden with a stick, sends his friends to live in the bellies of whales, gives up the ghost with a groan and then comes back to life three days later!
I know nothing more noble than the contemplation of the world.
The better a work is, the more it attracts criticism; it is like the fleas who rush to jump on white linens.