[Beauty is] that which makes us despair.
War: a massacre of people who don't know each other for the profit of people who know each other but don't massacre each other.
A poem is never finished, only abandoned.
A difficulty is a light. An insurmountable difficulty is a sun.
The folly of mistaking oneself for an oracle is built right into us.
Our judgments judge us, and nothing reveals us, exposes our weaknesses, more ingeniously than the attitude of pronouncing upon our fellows.