If we all said to people's faces what we say behind one another's backs, society would be impossible.
To those who have exhausted politics, nothing remains but abstract thought.
Are not poets men who fulfill their hopes prematurely?
Do you know what is the hardest thing in life? To make a choice.
No society is complete without some victim, a creature to pity, to jeer at, to scorn or to protect.
Grief ennobles the commonest people because it has its own essential grandeur. To shine with the luster of grief, a person need only be sincere.