Envying another man's happiness is madness; you wouldn't know what to do with it if you had it.

In other people's company I felt I was dull, gloomy, unwelcome, at once bored and boring.

We should enjoy this summer, flower by flower, as if it were to be the last one we’ll see.

There is no prejudice that the work of art does not finally overcome.

It is essential to persuade the soldier that those he is being urged to massacre are bandits who do not deserve to live; before killing other good, decent fellows like himself, his gun would fall from his hands.

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

To understand is nothing, but to be understood-that is the problem and the source of anguish. The soul throbs and would have the other know-but can not and feels isolated. Then come gestures, words, awkward explanations and material symbols for imponderable outbursts of feeling-and the soul despairs.