When I speak to you about myself, I am speaking to you about yourself. How is it you don't see that?
Success is an ugly thing. Men are deceived by its false resemblances to merit.... They confound the brilliance of the firmament with the star-shaped footprints of a duck in the mud.
He never went out without a book under his arm, and he often came back with two.
Despotism is a long crime.
God secludes Himself; but the thinker listens at the door.
A translation in verse . . . seems to me something absurd, impossible.