Death unites as well as separates; it silences all paltry feeling.

Life is simply what out feelings do to us.

Stupidity assumes two forms, it speaks or is silent. Mute stupidity is bearable.

Your modest savant smiles as he says to his admirers: What have I done? Nothing. Man does not invent a force, he directs it.

The boor covers himself, the rich man or the fool adorns himself, and the elegant man gets dressed.

Vocations which we wanted to pursue, but didn't, bleed, like colors, on the whole of our existence.

Do you know how a man makes his way here? By brilliant genius or by skilful corruption. You must either cut your way through these masses of men like a cannon ball, or steal among them like a plague.