Compassion directed to oneself is humility.

For when two beings who are not friends are near each other there is no meeting, and when friends are far apart there is no separation.

Most works of art, like most wines, ought to be consumed in the district of their fabrication.

Art has no immediate future, because all art is collective and there is no more collective life.

It is human misery and not pleasure which contains the secret of the divine wisdom.

The glossy surface of our civilization hides a real intellectual decadence.

To wish to escape from solitude is cowardice. Friendship is not to be sought, not to be dreamed, not to be desired; it is to be exercised (it is a virtue).