What We Do Is Never Understood, But

Fathers And Sons Are Much More Considerate Of One Another Than Mothers And Daughters.

I Notice That Autumn Is More The Season Of The Soul Than Of Nature.

In The End Things Must Be As They Are And Have Always Been--the Great Things Remain For The Great, The Abysses For The Profound, The Delicacies And Thrills For The Refined, And, To Sum Up Shortly, Everything Rare For The Rare.

To Have To Fight The Instincts - That Is The Definition Of Decadence: As Long As Life Is Ascending, Happiness Equals Instinct.

I Believe Only In French Culture And Consider Everything In Europe That Calls Itself 'culture' A Misunderstanding, Not To Speak Of German Culture.