Nature has neither core nor skin: she’s both at once outside and in.

There is no better deliverance from the world than through art, and a man can form no surer bond with it.

Are we not also married to conscience which we would love to get rid of often enough since it is more bothersome than a man or a woman ever could become?

Toleration ought in reality to be merely a transitory mood. It must lead to recognition. To tolerate is to affront.

Life teaches us to be less harsh with ourselves and with others.

The universal subjugator, the commonplace.

Everything has been thought of before, but the problem is to think of it again.