To be happy to be sad and sad to be happy is to sing an echo in that beautiful language called Sorrow.

I think a lot of psychopaths are just geniuses who drove so fast that they lost control.

Mankind, in all his lusts, punishes himself. The gods have to do very little.

My confidence is in the idea that I may be wrong on this or that. No man in this life should ever have to bear the burden of perfection.

One's suffering, one's melancholy is, in itself, really only looked upon as failure or as punishment, as detestable or sinful or socially unacceptable in the eyes of man; but this is not so in the eyes of God: for He is close to the broken-hearted.