To be one's own master is to be the slave of self.

Why grab possessions like thieves, or divide them like socialists when you can ignore them like wise men?

If we keep an open mind, too much is likely to fall into it.

albinos aren't reproached for having pink eyes and whitish hair, why should they hold it again me for being a lesbian? It's a question of nature: my queerness isn't a vice, isn't 'deliberate,' and harms no one.

If only art were as rare as good taste.

The past is such a subtle thing. [But] in the end, nothing else exists, everything is made of the past, even the future.

A scholar's heart is a dark well in which are buried many aborted feelings that rise to the surface as arguments.