This is the true measure of love, When we believe that we alone can love, That no one could ever have loved so before us, And that no one will ever love in the same way after us.

Beware of wishing for anything in youth, because you will get it in middle age.

Science has been seriously retarded by the study of what is not worth knowing and of what is not knowable.

Men are joined by conviction, sundered by opinion.

The connoisseur of art must be able to appreciate what is simply beautiful, but the common run of people is satisfied with ornament.

For what one has in black and white, One can carry home in comfort.

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.