Books have the same enemies as people: fire, humidity, animals, weather, and their own content.
God created man and, finding him not sufficiently alone, gave him a companion to make him feel his solitude more keenly.
God made everything out of nothing, but the nothingness shows through.
History is the science of things which are not repeated.
Long years must pass before the truths we have made for ourselves become our very flesh.
A man's true secrets are more secret to himself than they are to others.
Love is being stupid together.
Man's great misfortune is that he has no organ, no kind of eyelid or brake, to mask or block a thought, or all thought, when he wants to.
In poetry everything which must be said is almost impossible to say well.
A man who is "of sound mind" is one who keeps the inner madman under lock and key.
A man is infinitely more complicated than his thoughts.
A man is a poet if difficulties inherent in his art provide him with ideas; he is not a poet if they deprive him of ideas.
A great man is one who leaves others at a loss after he is gone.
Our judgments judge us, and nothing reveals us, exposes our weaknesses, more ingeniously than the attitude of pronouncing upon our fellows.
The history of thought may be summed up in these words: it is absurd by what it seeks and great by what it finds.