I think... if it is true that there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.

And so he who looks down at his feet will not know the truth, but he who discerns by the sun which way to go.

A good player who loses at chess is genuinely convinced hat he has lost because of a mistake, and he looks for this mistake in the beginning of his game, but forgets that there were also mistakes at ever step in the course of the game, that none of his moves was perfect. The mistake he pays attention to is conspicuous only because his opponent took advantage of it.

All that day she had had the feeling that she was playing in the theatre with actors better than herself and that her poor playing spoiled the whole thing.

I'm getting old, that's the thing! What's in me now won't be there anymore.

How often we sin, how much we deceive, and all for what?... All will end in death, all!

The law of violence is not a law, but a simple fact which can only be a law when it does not meet with protest and opposition. It is like the cold, darkness and weight, which people had to put up with until recently when warmth, illumination and leverage were discovered.