The divine is perhaps that quality in man which permits him to endure the lack of God.

Greatness, in order to gain recognition, must all too often consent to ape greatness.

Falsity cannot keep an idea from being beautiful; there are certain errors of such ingenuity that one could regret their not ranking among the achievements of the human mind.

There are moments when very little truth would be enough to shape opinion. One might be hated at extremely low cost.

The ideal, without doubt, varies, but its enemies, alas, are always the same.

Far too often the choices reality proposes are such as to take away one's taste for choosing.

On the brink of being satiated, desire still appears infinite.