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

No matter how often you knock at nature's door, she won't answer in words you can understand--for Nature is dumb. She'll vibrate and moan like a violin, but you mustn't expect a song.

Nothing is worse and more hurtful than a happiness that comes too late.

I share no man's opinions; I have my own.

I walked in the meadows of green grieving for my life.

Whereas I think: I’m lying here in a haystack... The tiny space I occupy is so infinitesimal in comparison with the rest of space, which I don’t occupy and which has no relation to me. And the period of time in which I’m fated to live is so insignificant beside the eternity in which I haven’t existed and won’t exist... And yet in this atom, this mathematical point, blood is circulating, a brain is working, desiring something... What chaos! What a farce!

He was the soul of politeness to everyone -- to some with a hint of aversion, to others with a hint of respect.