The desire to explain what is simple by what is complex, what is easy by what is difficult, is a calamity.

If society gives up the right to impose the death penalty, then self-help will appear again and personal vendettas will be around the corner.

All the knowledge I possess everyone else can acquire, but my heart is all my own.

The artist alone sees spirits. But after he has told of their appearing to him, everybody sees them.

The really unhappy person is the one who leaves undone what they can do, and starts doing what they don't understand; no wonder they come to grief.

Two souls dwell, alas! in my breast.

The artist who is not also a craftsman is no good; but, alas, most of our artists are nothing else.