Man is imperfect. The reality he creates is always endangered by man.
I am a man, and God is hiding from us humans. We are unable to see Him, we can only search for Him.
For people who have no critical acumen, a state is a mythical entity, for those who think critically it is a rational fiction, created by man in order to facilitate human coexistence.
A woman's best love letters are always written to the man she is betraying.
It is too great comfort which turns a man against himself. Life is most readily renounced at the time and among the classes where it is least harsh.
If a man devotes himself to art, much evil is avoided that happens otherwise if one is idle.
No single man can be taken as a model for a perfect figure, for no man lives on earth who is endowed with the whole of beauty.
Alcohol doesn't console, it doesn't fill up anyone's psychological gaps, all it replaces is the lack of God. It doesn't comfort man. On the contrary, it encourages him in his folly, it transports him to the supreme regions where he is master of his own destiny.
Alcohol is barren. The words a man speaks in the night of drunkenness fade like the darkness itself at the coming of day.
No other human being, no woman, no poem or music, book or painting can replace alcohol in its power to give man the illusion of real creation.
It's afterwards you realize that the feeling of happiness you had with a man didn't necessarily prove that you loved him.
Man is the only animal that can be skinned more than once.
Man became free when he recognized that he was subject to law.
If man asks for many laws it is only because he is sure that his neighbor needs them; privately he is an unphilosophical anarchist, and thinks laws in his own case superfluous.
Bankers know that history is inflationary and that money is the last thing a wise man will hoard.