Cats are put on earth to remind us that not everything has a purpose.

Now it seems to me that love of some kind is the only possible explanation of the extraordinary amount of suffering that there is in the world.

Murder is always a mistake. One should never do anything that one cannot talk about after dinner.

There is no necessity to separate the monarch from the mob; all authority is equally bad.

Action is limited and relative. Unlimited and absolute is the vision of him who sits at ease and watches, who walks in loneliness and dreams.

With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy?

There is nothing that stirs in the whole world of thought to which sorrow does not vibrate in terrible and exquisite pulsation.