Then you think that one can keep a hopeless love in one's heart for so long as that?...And that life can breathe upon it every day, without extinguishing it?

There's a law in life: whenever a door closes, a new one will open.

When I cease to be indignant I will have begun my old age.

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

Those who have never been ill are incapable of real sympathy for a great many misfortunes

Through loyalty to the past, our mind refuses to realize that tomorrow's joy is possible only if today's makes way for it; that each wave owes the beauty of its line only to the withdrawal of the preceding one.

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