Disasters in novels are always beautiful because no real blood is shed in them, nor do the dead rot; in novels, not even rottenness is rotten.
Leadership requires insensitivity.
The rustic, the reader of novels, the pure ascetic: these three are the truly happy men, because they have all renounced their personality — the first because he lives by instinct, which is impersonal, the second because he lives through his imagination, which is oblivion, and the third because he does not live and, not yet having died, sleeps.
We generally colour our ideas of the unknown with our notions of the known.
The beauty of ruins? That they're no longer good for anything.
In my heart there's a peaceful anguish, and my calm is made of resignation.