We’re young, we’re not monsters, no fools: we’ll conquer happiness for ourselves.

I do not know what the heart of a bad man is like. But i do know what the heart of a good man is like. And it is terrible.

However much you knock at nature's door, she will never answer you in comprehensible words.

I believe love produces a certain flowering of the whole personality which nothing else can achieve.

It's all romanticism, nonsense, rottenness, art.

One may speak about anything on earth with fire, with enthusiasm, with ecstasy, but one only speaks about oneself with avidity.

Nature is not a temple, but a workshop, and man's the workman in it.