Our dignity is not in what we do, but in what we understand. The…

The human race, in its intellectual life, is organized like the bees: the masculine soul is a worker, sexually atrophied, and essentially dedicated to impersonal and universal arts; the feminine is a queen, infinitely fertile, omnipresent …

The highest form of vanity is love of fame.

Theory helps us to bear our ignorance of fact.

Beauty as we feel it is something indescribable: what it is or what it means can never be said.

Beauty is a pledge of the possible conformity between the soul and nature, and consequently a ground of faith in the supremacy of the good.

To call war the soil of courage and virtue is like calling debauchery the soil of love.