“What I possess, seems far away to me, and what is gone becomes reality.”

Who is the happiest of men? He who values the merits of others, and in their pleasure takes joy, even as though ’twere his own.

The greatest evil that can befall man is that he should come to think ill of himself.

Every day one should at least hear one little song, read one good poem, see one fine painting and – if at all possible – speak a few sensible words.

If any man wish to write in a clear style, let him be first clear in his thoughts; and if any would write in a noble style, let him first possess a noble soul.

We often feel that we lack something, and seem to see that very quality in someone else, promptly attributing all our own qualities to him too, and a kind of ideal contentment as well. And so the happy mortal is a model of complete perfection–which we have ourselves created.

What is uttered from the heart alone will win the heart of others to your own.

We usually lost today because there has been a yesterday, and tomorrow is coming.

The limits of my language are the limits of my universe.

The heights charm us, but the steps do not; with the mountain in our view we love to walk the plains.

I treat my heart like a sick child and gratify its every fancy.

I wait for the morning of my tears.

I have so much in me, and the feeling for her absorbs it all; I have so much, and without her it all comes to nothing.

A man should hear a little music, read a little poetry, and see a fine picture every day of his life, in order that worldly cares may not obliterate the sense of the beautiful which God has implanted in the human soul.

Life belongs to the living, and he who lives must be prepared for changes.

Magic is believing in yourself, if you can do that, you can make anything happen.

A really great talent finds its happiness in execution.

A nothing will serve just as well as something about which nothing could be said.

God put me on this Earth to accomplish a certain number of things. Right now I’m so far behind that I’ll never die

This is how philosophers should salute each other, Take your time.

Language is very powerful. Language does not just describe reality. Language creates the reality it describes.

Where shall I turn, what shall I do?’ are the voices of people grieving. Idleness is torture. In all times and places, nature abhors a vacuum.

Read not to contradict and confute, nor to believe and take for granted; nor to find talk and discourse, but to weigh and consider.

Out of the cacophony of random suffering and chaos that can mark human life, the life artist sees or creates a symphony of meaning and order.

Goodbyes are necessary, my child. They change us, because they’re meant to.