We become moral when we are unhappy.

A work should convey its entire meaning by itself, imposing it on the spectator even before he knows what the subject is.

Nine tenths of the ills from which intelligent people suffer spring from their intellect.

Perhaps the immobility of the things that surround us is forced upon them by our conviction that they are themselves, and not anything else, and by the immobility of our conceptions of them.

Knowing does not always allow us to prevent, but at least the things that we know, we hold them, if not in our hands, but at leastin our thoughts where we may dispose of them at our whim, which gives us the illusion of power over them.

Love is a striking example of how little reality means to us.

Happiness is beneficial for the body, but it is grief that develops the powers of the mind.