Man's great misfortune is that he has no organ, no kind of eyelid or brake, to mask or block a thought, or all thought, when he wants to.

It would be impossible to "love" anyone or anything one knew completely. Love is directed towards what lies hidden in its object.

Man's great misfortune is that he has no organ, no kind of eyelid or brake, to mask or block a thought, or all thought, when he wants to.

No work of art is ever completed, it is only abandoned.

What is simple is false and what is not is useless.

History justifies whatever we want it to. It teaches absolutely nothing, for it contains everything and gives examples of everything.

to live means to lack something at every moment