God is always the last resource.

That is a dream also; only he has remained asleep, while you have awakened; and who knows which of you is the most fortunate?

There is no friendship that cares about an overheard secret.

Haste is a poor counselor

When you compare the sorrows of real life to the pleasures of the imaginary one, you will never want to live again, only to dream forever.

Nothing makes time pass or shortens the way like a thought that absorbs in itself all the faculties of the one who is thinking. External existence is then like a sleep of which this thought is the dream. Under its influence, time has no more measure, space has no more distance.

Life is a storm, my young friend. You will bask in the sunlight one moment, be shattered on the rocks the next. What makes you a man is what you do when that storm comes.