The one person who has more illusions than the dreamer is the man of action.

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

Im Krieg machen die Starken die Schwachen zu Sklaven, im Frieden machen die Reichen die Armen zu Sklaven.

I had buried my romance in a bed of asphodel.

I analyzed you, though you did not adore me.

With subtle and finely-wrought temperaments it is always so. Their strong passions must either bruise or bend. They either slay the man, or themselves die. Shallow sorrows and shallow loves live on. The loves and the sorrows that are great are destroyed by their own plenitude.

When I think of all the harm [the Bible] has done, I despair of ever writing anything to equal it.