“I shall need to sleep three weeks on end to get rested from the rest I’ve had.”

Is not life in itself a thing of goodness, irrespective of whether the course it takes for us can be called a ‘happy’ one?

In books we never find anything but ourselves. Strangely enough, that always gives us great pleasure, and we say the author is a genius.

Yes, they are carnal, both of them, love and death, and therein lies their terror and their great magic!

He who loves the more is the inferior and must suffer.

I stand between two worlds. I am at home in neither, and I suffer in consequence. You artists call me a bourgeois, and the bourgeois try to arrest me…I don’t know which makes me feel worse.

Speech is civilization itself.

What a wonderful phenomenon it is, carefully considered, when the human eye, that jewel of organic structures, concentrates its moist brilliance on another human creature!

Animals do not admire each other. A horse does not admire its companion.

People’s behavior makes sense if you think about it in terms of their goals, needs, and motives.

He thought what a fine thing it was that people made music all over the world, even in the strangest settings – probably even on polar expeditions.

No man remains quite what he was when he recognizes himself.

But my deepest and most secret love belongs to the fair-haired and the blue-eyed, the bright children of life, the happy, the charming and the ordinary.

We don’t love qualities, we love persons; sometimes by reason of their defects as well as of their qualities.

I never can understand how anyone can not smoke it deprives a man of the best part of life. With a good cigar in his mouth a man is perfectly safe, nothing can touch him, literally.

A man’s dying is more the survivors’ affair than his own.

One has the idea of a stupid man as perfectly healthy and ordinary, and of illness as making one refined and clever and unusual.

If you just believe in me. I will love you endlessly.

At the end of the day, if you feel like you’re a good person, and your intentions are good, then that’s all that matters.

So that was the way. No fair play. Once down, that was the end of you.

Too many people spouting too many words, and in the end those words will turn to bullets and stones.

Believe me when I say that I will find endless ways to make sure you know what a prize you are.

You needn’t be so scared. Love doesn’t end. Just because we don’t see each other.

You’re holding the world and its woes. But in the end who’s holding you?

Prejudice, a dirty word, and faith, a clean one, have something in common: they both begin where reason ends.