One has the idea of a stupid man as perfectly healthy and ordinary, and of illness as making one refined and clever and unusual.
Tolerance becomes a crime when applied to evil.
Art is the funnel, as it were, through which spirit is poured into life.
I don't think anyone is thinking long-term now.
Only love, and not reason, yields kind thoughts.
There is only one real misfortune: to forfeit one's own good opinion of oneself. Lose your complacency, once betray your own self-contempt and the world will unhesitatingly endorse it.