Destiny grants us our wishes, but in its own way, in order to give us something beyond our wishes.

We are forced to participate in the games of life before we can possibly learn how to use the options in the rules governing them.

Art is constitutive-the artist determines beauty. He does not take it over.

No sacred fane requires us to submit to insult.

Nothing is more disgusting than the majority: because it consists of a few powerful predecessors, of rogues who adapt themselves, of weak who assimilate themselves, and the masses who imitate without knowing at all what they want.

It is the great triumph of genius to make the common appear novel.

Upon the creatures we have made, we are, ourselves, at last, dependent.