The world is, of course, nothing but our conception of it.
I would love to meet a philosopher like Nietzsche on a train or boat and to talk with him all night. Incidentally, I don’t consider his philosophy long-lived. It is not so much persuasive as full of bravura.
If you look at anything long enough, say just that wall in front of you – it will come out of that wall.
And only now, when he was gray-haired, had he fallen in love properly, thoroughly, for the first time in his life.
An actress without talent, forty years old, ate a partridge for dinner, and I felt sorry for the partridge, for it occurred to me that in its life it had been more talented, more sensible, and more honest than the actress.
You only have to start a job of work to realize how few decent, honest folk there are about.
They say philosophers and wise men are indifferent. Wrong. Indifference is a paralysis of the soul, a premature death.
He who desires nothing, hopes for nothing, and is afraid of nothing, cannot be an artist.
Better a debauched canary than a pious wolf.
You must trust and believe in people or life becomes impossible.
The problem is that we attempt to solve the simplest questions cleverly, thereby rendering them unusually complex. One should seekthe simple solution.
There should be more sincerity and heart in human relations, more silence and simplicity in our interactions. Be rude when you’re angry, laugh when something is funny, and answer when you’re asked.
A fiance is neither this nor that: he’s left one shore, but not yet reached the other.
I am dying. I haven’t drunk champagne for a long time.
I’ve noticed that people who get married cease to be curious.
Doctors are just the same as lawyers; the only difference is that lawyers merely rob you, whereas doctors rob you and kill you too.
One must be a god to be able to tell successes from failures without making a mistake.
Formerly, when I would feel a desire to understand someone, or myself, I would take into consideration not actions, in which everything is relative, but wishes. Tell me what you want and I’ll tell you who you are.
Everything should be first-rate in a person, his face, clothes, soul and thoughts.
The thirst for powerful sensations takes the upper hand both over fear and over compassion for the grief of others.