Reason is the slave of passion.
Realism that is limited to the end of one's nose is more dangerous than the most insane fantasticality, because it's blind.
O sol vai nascer e – olhem para ele, por acaso não é um cadáver? Tudo está morto, e há cadáveres por todas as partes
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It is easier for a Russian to become an Atheist, than for any other nationality in the world. And not only does a Russian 'become an Atheist,' but he actually BELIEVES IN Atheism, just as though he ha...
I drink because I wish to multiply my sufferings.
He was one of that countless and multifarious legion of vulgar persons, sickly abortions and half-educated petty tyrants who like a flash attach themselves to the current ideas that are most fashionab...
God has such gladness every time he sees from heaven that a sinner is praying to Him with all his heart, as a mother has when she sees the first smile on her baby's face.
For the secret of man's being is not only to live but to have something to live for. Without a stable conception of the object of life, man would not consent to go on living, and would rather destroy...
Can you blame me, my dear, for looking on this attachment as a romantic folly inspired by that cursed Shakespeare who will poke his nose where he is not wanted?
The important thing is not to lie to yourself. He who lies to himself and listens to his own lies reaches a state in which he no longer recognizes truth either in himself or in others, and so he cease...
It is not as a child that I believe and confess Jesus Christ. My hosanna is born of a furnace of doubt.
…but it is in despair that the most burning pleasures occur, especially when one is all too highly conscious of the hopelessness of one’s position.
Warn you that my friend is a compound personality, and therefore it is difficult to blame him as an individual.
You will have many enemies, but even your foes will love you. Life will bring you many misfortunes, but you will find your happiness in them, and will bless life and will make others bless it--which i...
Yes, I was kind, brave, and honest then.
Where's the bit about Lazarus? he asked.
There in its nasty, stinking, underground home our insulted, crushed and ridiculed mouse promptly becomes absorbed in cold, malignant and, above all, everlasting spite. For forty years together it wil...
The man who has a conscience suffers whilst acknowledging his sin. That is his punishment.
Paradise . . . lies hidden within all of us . . . .