When you are forty, half of you belongs to the past... And when you are seventy, nearly all of you.
All evil comes from the old.They grow fat on ideas and young men die of them.
Tragedy is restful: and the reason is that hope, that foul, deceitful thing, has no part in it.
One cannot weep for the entire world, it is beyond human strength. One must choose.
The only immorality is not to do what one has to do when one has to do it.
With God, what is terrible is that one never knows whether it's not just a trick of the devil.
Oh, love is real enough; you will find it someday, but it has one archenemy - and that is life.