The good we get from art is not what we learn from it; it is what we become through it.
The worst vice of the fanatic is his sincerity.
Those whom the gods love grow young.
For us there is only one season, the season of sorrow. The very sun and moon seem taken from us.
Learned conversation is either the affectation of the ignorant or the profession of the mentally unemployed.
I never approve, or disapprove, of anything now. It is an absurd attitude to take towards life.