If all these devils really exist it proves there must be angels, too.

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

Art is a severe business; most serious when employed in grand and sacred objects. The artist stands higher than art, higher than the object. He uses art for his purposes, and deals with the object after his own fashion.

Every spoken word arouses our self-will.

Very few people love others for what they are; rather, they love what they lend them, their own selves, their own idea of them.

Mankind? That is an abstraction. There have always been and always will be only individuals.

The suffering may be moral or physical; and in my opinion it is just as absurd to call a man a coward who destroys himself, as to call a man a coward who dies of a malignant fever.