Only the shallow know themselves.

To be good, according to the vulgar standard of goodness, is obviously quite easy. It merely requires a certain amount of sordid terror, a certain lack of imaginative thought, and a certain low passion for middle-class respectability.

I now see that sorrow, being the supreme emotion of which man is capable, is at once the type and test of all great art.

A bore is someone who deprives you of solitude without providing you with company.

Travel ennobles the spirit and does away with our prejudices.

What men call the shadow of the body is not the shadow of the body, but is the body of the soul.

I knew nothing but shadows and I thought them to be real.