Rough work, iconoclasm, but the only way to get at truth.

Stupidity often saves a man from going mad.

The sea drowns out humanity and time. It has no sympathy with either, for it belongs to eternity; and of that it sings its monotonous song forever and ever.

When I think of talking, it is of course with a woman. For talking at its best being an inspiration, it wants a corresponding divine quality of receptiveness, and where will you find this but in a woman?

Cupid "the little greatest enemy."

The real religion of the world comes from women much more than from men - from mothers most of all, who carry the key of our souls in their bosoms.

Truth, when not sought after, rarely comes to light.