Women treat us [men] like humanity treats gods – they worship us and keep bothering us to do something.

The only one you need in your life is that person who shows you he needs you in his.

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.

The problem with the common person is that he is so unbearably common!

Actions are the first tragedy in life, words are the second. Words are perhaps the worst. Words are merciless. . .

It is well for his peace that the saint goes to his martyrdom. He is spared the sight of the horror of his harvest.

An artist should create beautiful things, but should put nothing of his own life into them. We live in an age when men treat art as if it were meant to be a form of autobiography. We have lost the abstract sense of beauty.