I simply don't believe in failure. In itself, it doesn't exist. We create it. We make ourselves fail.

a few hours with Beethoven are more restful than sleep.

That is the wearisome part of business - there is no peace, no sense of certain, permanent achievement, no stability. The unexpected, and usually the awful, is forever happening.

Life means opportunity, and the thing men call death is the last wonderful, beautiful adventure.

Work becomes at once a delight and a tyrant. For even when the time comes and you can relax, you hardly know how.

Poverty is relative, and the lack of food and of the necessities of life is not necessarily a hardship. Spiritual and social ostracism, the invasion of your privacy, are what constitute the pain of poverty

... the deep experience of the lonely climb on the mountain of success brings a wealth beyond power to compute. To you all suffering is understandable and your heart opens wide in sympathy.