Yes, there is a Divinity, one from which we must never turn aside for the guidance of our huge inward life and of the share we have as well in the life of all men. It is called the truth.

All lovers in the world are alike: they fall in love by chance they see each other, and are attached to each other by the features of their faces they illuminate each other by the fierce preference which is akin to madness they assert the reality of illusions and for a moment they change falsehood into truth.

People are machines of forgetfulness

At the touch of mankind, things wear away with heartbreaking slowness.

I see too deep and too much.

I believe, in spite of all, in truth's victory. I believe in the momentous value, hereafter inviolable, of those few truly fraternal men in all the countries of the world, who, in the oscillation of national egoisms let loose, stand up and stand out, steadfast as the glorious statues of Right and Duty.

I am more sensitive than other people. Things that other people would not notice awaken a distinct echo in me, and in such moments of lucidity, when I look at myself, I see that I am alone, all alone, all alone.

It is not a woman I want - it is all women.

There is no hell, no inferno except the frenzy of living.

We have the divinity of our great misery. And our solitude, with its toilsome ideas, tears and laughter, is fatally divine.

Stop war? Impossible! There is no cure for the world's disease.