One never can know the whys and the wherefores of one's passional changes.

Men always do leave off really thinking, when the last bit of wild animal dies in them.

All vital truth contains the memory of all that for which it is not true.

So long as you don't feel life's paltry and a miserable business, the rest doesn't matter, happiness or unhappiness.

Ours is an excessively conscious age. We know so much, we feel so little.

Nothing that comes from the deep, passional soul is bad, or can be bad.