The more circumspectly you delay writing down an idea, the more maturely developed it will be on surrendering itself.

It is only for those without hope that hope is given.

A blind determination to save the prestige of personal existence, rather than, through an impartial disdain for its impotence and entanglement, at least to detach it from the background of universal delusion, is triumphing almost everywhere.

In the end, we get older, we kill everyone who loves us through the worries we give them, through the troubled tenderness we inspire in them, and the fears we ceaselessly cause.

The construction of life is at present in the power of facts far more than convictions.

Like ultraviolet rays memory shows to each man in the book of life a script that invisibly and prophetically glosses the text.

Allegories are, in the realm of thought, what ruins are in the realm of things.