My principle anguish and the source of all my joys and sorrows from my youth onward has been the incessant, merciless battle between the spirit and the flesh.

Every man has his folly, but the greatest folly of all … is not to have one.

The ultimate, most holy form of theory is action.

Happy is the man, I thought, who, before dying, has the good fortune to sail the Aegean sea.

God changes his appearance every second. Blessed is the man who can recognize him in all his disguises.

How could I, who loved life so intensely, have let myself be entangled for so long in that balderdash of books and paper blackened with ink!

A person needs a little madness, or else they never dare cut the rope and be free.