In struggling against anguish one never produces serenity; the struggle against anguish only produces new forms of anguish.
Imagination is always the fabric of social life and the dynamic of history. The influence of real needs and compulsions, of real interests and materials, is indirect because the crowd is never conscious of it.
I can, therefore I am.
Beauty always promises, but never gives anything.
Every perfect life is a parable invented by God.
