I knew that suffering did not enoble; it degraded. It made men selfish, petty and suspicious. It absorbed them in small things...it made them less than men; and I wrote ferociously that we learn resignation not by our own suffering, but by the suffering of others.

It is not for nothing that artists have called their works the children of their brains and likened the pains of production to the pains of childbirth.

Love is not always blind and there are few things that cause greater wretchedness than to love with all your heart someone who you know is unworthy of love.

Common sense and nature will do a lot to make the pilgrimage of life not too difficult.

The great tragedy of life is not that men perish, but that they cease to love.

Through the history of the world there have always been exploiters and exploited. There always will be ... because the great mass of men are made by nature to be slaves, they are unfit to control themselves, and for their own good need masters.

Only a mediocre person is always at his best.