There is no work of art that is without short cuts.

I am lost if I attempt to take count of chronology. When I think over the past, I am like a person whose eyes cannot properly measure distances and is liable to think things extremely remote which on examination prove to be quite near.

Each thought becomes an anxiety in my brain. I am becoming the ugliest of all things: a busy man.

We prefer to go deformed and distorted all our lives rather than not resemble the portrait of ourselves which we ourselves have first drawn. It’s absurd. We run the risk of warping what’s best in us

Each of us really understands in others only those feelings he is capable of producing himself.

"Let the dead bury the dead." There is not a single word of Christ to which the Christian religion has paid less attention.

Do not scorn little victories.