Everything being a constant carnival, there is no carnival left.

The victory of humanity over man.

Humanity had conquered the inhuman.

And by what means? In what way? How had it overcome the giant of anger and hatred? What arms had it used? What engine of war? The cradle.

The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves—say rather, loved in spite of ourselves.

Sublime upon sublime scarcely presents a contrast, and we need a little rest from everything, even the beautiful.

A poet who is a bad man is a degraded being, baser and more culpable than a bad man who is not a poet.

Initiative is doing the right thing without being told.