We are given up to those gods, those monsters, those giants, — our thoughts.

The three great problems of this century; the degradation of man in the proletariat, the subjection of women through hunger, the atrophy of the child by darkness.

He would give all of his clothes to his servant, admonishing him NOT to return them until he had completed his day's work.

Humanity is our common lot. All men are made of the same clay. There is no difference, at least here on Earth, in the fate assigned to us. We come of the same void, inhabit the same flesh, are dissolved in the same ashes. But ignorance infecting the human substance turns it black, and that incurable blackness, gaining possession of the soul, becomes Evil.

To introduce a new play only six weeks after another has been banned is also a way to speak one's piece to the government. It proves that art and liberty can grow back in one night under the clumsy foot which crushes them.

Success is a very hideous thing. Its false resemblance to merit deceives men.

Not seeing people permits us to imagine them with every perfection.