Our religion is itself profoundly sad - a religion of universal anguish, and one which, because of its very catholicity, grants full liberty to the individual and asks no better than to be celebrated in each man's own language - so long as he knows anguish and is a painter.
Any healthy man can go without food for two days - but not without poetry.
Any man who does not accept the conditions of life sells his soul.
But a dandy can never be a vulgar man.
Nature is a temple in which living columns sometimes emit confused words. Man approaches it through forests of symbols, which observe him with familiar glances.
To be a great man and a saint for oneself, that is the only important thing.
The man who says his evening prayer is a captain posting his sentinels. He can sleep.
In order for the artist to have a world to express he must first be situated in this world, oppressed or oppressing, resigned or rebellious, a man among men.
How little remains of the man I once was, save the memory of him! But remembering is only a new form of suffering.
I am unable to understand how a man of honor could take a newspaper in his hands without a shudder of disgust.
It is, I claim, nonsense to say that it does not matter which individual man acted as the nucleus for the change. It is precisely this that makes history unpredictable into the future.
No man or woman who tries to pursue an ideal in his or her won way is without enemies.
The man who never makes a mistake always takes orders from one who does. No man or woman who tries to pursue an ideal in his or her own way is without enemies.
The things that have come into being change continually. The man with a good memory remembers nothing because he forgets nothing.
It's hard for a man to live with a successful woman - they seem to resent you so much. Very few men are generous enough to accept success in their women.