The highest activities of consciousness have their origins in physical occurrences of the brain, just as the loveliest melodies are not too sublime to be expressed by notes.

The humour of Dostoievsky is the humour of a barloafer who ties a kettle to a dog's tail.

The future will one day be the present and will seem as unimportant as the present does now.

He knew that all things human are transitory and therefore that it must cease one day or another. He looked forward to that day with eager longing. Love was like a parasite in his heart, nourishing a hateful existence on his life's blood; it absorbed his existence so intensely that he could take pleasure in nothing else.

An art is only great and significant if it is one that all may enjoy. The art of a clique is but a plaything.

She loved three things — a joke, a glass of wine, and a handsome man.

Man has always sacrificed truth to his vanity, comfort and advantage. He lives not by truth but by make-believe.