Yes, there is a Divinity, one from which we must never turn aside for the guidance of our huge inward life and of the share we have as well in the life of all men. It is called the truth.

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

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

Let everything be remade on simple lines. There is only one people, there is only one people!

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.

Two armies at death-grips — that is one great army committing suicide.

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