We have the divinity of our great misery. And our solitude, with its toilsome ideas, tears and laughter, is fatally divine.

All lovers in the world are alike: they fall in love by chance; they see each other, and are attached to each other by the features of their faces; they illuminate each other by the fierce preference which is akin to madness; they assert the reality of illusions; and for a moment they change falsehood into truth.

I believe, in spite of all, in truth's victory. I believe in the momentous value, hereafter inviolable, of those few truly fraternal men in all the countries of the world, who, in the oscillation of national egoisms let loose, stand up and stand out, steadfast as the glorious statues of Right and Duty.

The woman from the depths of her rags, a waif, a martyr — smiled. She must have a divine heart to be so tired and yet smile.

It was suicide. Others killed themselves with poison or with a revolver. I killed myself with minutes and hours.

At the touch of mankind, things wear away with heartbreaking slowness.

There is no hell, no inferno except the frenzy of living.