Almost All Novels Are Love Stories.

I Saw In 'the Wandering Jew' The Personification Of The Jewish People, Exiled In The Middle Ages. Nevertheless, They Are Once Again Extremely Rich, Owing To Their Unfailing Rude Greediness And Their Indefatigable Activity. With Their Hard-heartedness That They Extend Toward People Of Other Faiths And Races They Are At The Point Of Making Themselves Kings Of The World. This People Can Thank Its Obstinacy That France Will Be Judized Within Fifty Years. Already Some Wise Jews Prophesy This Frankly.

The Capacity For Passion Is Both Cruel And Divine.

Oblivion Is The Flower That Grows Best On Graves.

Try To Keep Your Soul Young And Quivering Right Up To Old Age, And To Imagine Right Up To The Brink Of Death That Life Is Only Beginning. I Think That Is The Only Way To Keep Adding To One's Talent, And One's Inner Happiness.

I Regard As A Mortal Sin Not Only The Lying Of The Senses In Matters Of Love, But Also The Illusion Which The Senses Seek To Create Where Love Is Only Partial. I Say, I Believe, That One Must Love With All Of One's Being, Or Else Live, Come What May, A Life Of Complete Chastity.