The simplicity of your character makes you exquisitely incomprehensible to me.

What is abnormal in Life stands in normal relations to Art. It is the only thing in Life that stands in normal relations to Art.

For us there is only one season, the season of sorrow. The very sun and moon seem taken from us.

I can sympathize with everything, except suffering.

I have a simple taste, only the best.

How strange a thing this is! The Priest telleth me that the Soul is worth all the gold in the world, and the merchants say that it is not worth a clipped piece of silver.

Man is made for something better than disturbing dirt.