My pessimism goes to the point of suspecting the sincerity of the pessimists.
The ideal, without doubt, varies, but its enemies, alas, are always the same.
Beauty in art is often nothing but ugliness subdued.
Renown? I've already got more of it than those I respect, and will never have as much as those for whom I feel contempt.
In order to remain true to oneself one ought to renounce one's party three times a day.
Never feel remorse for what you have thought about your wife; she has thought much worse things about you.