It is better to fail at your own life than to succeed at someone else's.

But can one still make resolutions when one is over forty? I live according to twenty-year-old habits.

The want of logic annoys. Too much logic bores. Life eludes logic, and everything that logic alone constructs remains artificial and forced.

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

Too chaste a youth leads to a dissolute old age.

There are many things that seem impossible only so long as one does not attempt them.

We no longer admit any other truth than that which is expedient; for there is no worse error than the truth that may weaken the arm that is fighting.