Let us admit, without bitterness, that the individual has his distinct interests and can, without felony, stipulate for those interests and defend them. The present has its pardonable amount of egotism; momentary life has its claims, and cannot be expected to sacrifice itself incessantly to the future. The generation which is in its turn passing over the earth is not forced to abridge its life for the sake of the generations, its equals after all, whose turn shall come later on.

The saints were his friends, and blessed him; the monsters were his friends, and guarded him.

In short, I am doing what I can, I suffer with the same universal suffering, and I try to assuage it, I possess only the puny forces of a man, and I cry to all: “Help me!

Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face.

Foppery is the egotism of clothes.

Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.

Reality in strong doses frightens.