What a strange illusion it is to suppose that beauty is goodness.

Error is the force that welds men together; truth is communicated to men only by deeds of truth.

A Russian should rejoice if Poland, the Baltic Provinces, Finland, Armenia, should be separated, freed from Russia; so with an Englishman in regard to Ireland, India and other possessions; and each should help to do this, because the greater the state, the more wrong and cruel is its patriotism, and the greater is the sum of suffering upon which its power is founded. Therefore, if we really wish to be what we profess to be, we must not only cease our present desire for the growth of the state, but we must desire its decrease, its weakening, and help this forward with all our might.

If I know the way home and am walking along it drunkenly, is it any less the right way because I am staggering from side to side!

I imagine, joking apart, that to know love, one must make mistakes and then correct them.

Art can compel people freely, gladly, and spontaneously to sacrifice themselves in the service of man.

We call beauty that which supplies us with a particular pleasure.