We create our fate every day . . . most of the ills we suffer from are directly traceable to our own behavior.
What's a fuck when what I want is love?
Whoever uses the spirit that isin him creatively is an artist. Tomake living itself an art, that isthe goal.
True strength lies in submission which permits one to dedicate his life, through devotion, to something beyond himself.
Man has demonstrated that he is master of everything except his own nature.
A book lying idle on a shelf is wasted ammunition.
The art of living involves the act of creation. The work of art is nothing. It is only the tangible, visible evidence of a way of life, which, if it is not crazy is certainly different from the accept...
They never opened the door which leads to the soul.
That we cannot rise equal to situations when we are in them — that is the tragedy of life.
One can fight evil but against stupidity one is helpless.
I like the monologue even more than the duet, when it is good. It's like watching a man write a book expressly for you: he writes it, reads it aloud, acts it, revises it, savours it, enjoys it, enjoys...
No man is great enough or wise enough for any of us to surrender our destiny to. The only way in which anyone can lead us is to restore to us the belief in our own guidance.
The Teutons have been singing the swan song ever since they entered the ranks of history. They have always confounded truth with death.
إن الموت هو شيء وكون المرء ميتًا هو شيء آخر
Who but the artist has the power to open man up, to set free the imagination? The others - priest, teacher, saint, statesman, warrior - hold us to the path of history. They keep us chained to the rock...
I have found God, but he is insufficient.
A book lying idle on a shelf is wasted ammunition. Like money, books must be kept in constant circulation... A book is not only a friend, it makes friends for you. When you have possessed a book with...
Back of every creation, supporting it like an arch, is faith. Enthusiasm is nothing: it comes and goes. But if one believes, then miracles occur.
This is not a book. This is libel, slander, defamation of character. This is not a book, in the ordinary sense of the word. No, this is a prolonged insult, a gob of spit in the face of Art, a kick in...
He saw that science had become as great a hoax as religion, that nationalism was a farce, patriotism a fraud, education a form of leprosy, and that morals were for cannibals