The moment love is equated with happiness, it is satisfied — and is no longer love. The satisfied, the happy ones, do not love; they fall asleep in habit, near neighbor to annihilation.

Cure yourself of the inclination to bother about how you look to other people. Be concerned only . . . with the idea God has of you.

Only in solitude do we find ourselves; and in finding ourselves, we find in ourselves all our brothers in solitude.

For it is the suffering flesh, it is suffering, it is death, that lovers perpetuate upon the earth. Love is at once the brother, son, and father of death, which is its sister, mother, and daughter. And thus it is that in the depth of love there is a depth

Science is a cemetery of dead ideas, even though life may issue from them.

We never know, believe me, when we have succeeded best.

We men do nothing but lie and make ourselves important. Speech was invented for the purpose of magnifying all of our sensations and impressions — perhaps so that we could believe in them.