You can calculate the worth of a man by the number of his enemies, and the importance of a work of art by the harm that is spoken of it.
One mustn't ask apple trees for oranges, France for sun, women for love, life for happiness.
Maybe happiness too is a metaphor invented on a day of boredom
She would have liked not to be alive, or to be always asleep.
The faster the word sticks to the thought, the more beautiful is the effect.
What is beautiful is moral, that is all there is to it.