Solitude Is Bearable Only With God.

The Nationalist Has A Broad Hatred And A Narrow Love.

There Is No Feeling So Simple That It Is Not Immediately Complicated And Distorted By Introspection.

The Work Of Art Is The Exaggeration Of An Idea.

To Love The Truth Is To Refuse To Let Oneself Be Saddened By It.

Actions Whose Motives He Cannot Understand That Is, Actions Not Prompted By The Hope Of Profit.