To be happy is to be able to become aware of oneself without fright.

The art of storytelling is reaching its end because the epic side of truth, wisdom, is dying out.

The only way of knowing a person is to love them without hope.

It is precisely the purpose of the public opinion generated by the press to make the public incapable of judging, to insinuate into it the attitude of someone irresponsible, uninformed.

The idea that happiness could have a share in beauty would be too much of a good thing.