For souls in growth, great quarrels are great emancipations.

It's an odd thing about this universe that, though we all disagree with each other, we are all of us always in the right.

Uncultivated minds are not full of wild flowers, like uncultivated fields. Villainous weeds grow in them and they are the haunt of toads.

I can't forgive my friends for dying; I don't find these vanishing acts of theirs at all amusing.

Don't tell friends their social faults; they will cure the fault and never forgive you.

The truth is that the phenomena of artistic production are still so obscure, so baffling, we are still so far from an accurate scientific and psychological knowledge of their genesis or meaning, that we are forced to accept them as empirical facts; and empirical and non-explanatory names are the names that suit them best.

All my life, as down an abyss without a bottom. I have been pouring van loads of information into that vacancy of oblivion I call my mind.