Technology and comfort - having those, people speak of culture, but do not have it.

We don't love qualities, we love persons; sometimes by reason of their defects as well as of their qualities.

For the sake of goodness and love, man shall let death have no sovereignty over his thoughts.

Solitude produces originality, bold and astonishing beauty, poetry. But solitude also produces perverseness, the disproportianate, the absurd and the forbidden.

Is not life in itself a thing of goodness, irrespective of whether the course it takes for us can be called a 'happy' one?

I don't think anyone is thinking long-term now.

One has the idea of a stupid man as perfectly healthy and ordinary, and of illness as making one refined and clever and unusual.