The loveliest creations of men are persistently painful. What would be the description of happiness? Nothing, except what prepares and then what destroys it.
The sole art that suits me is that which, rising from unrest, tends toward serenity.
The most beautiful things are those that madness prompts and reason writes.
There is a law in life: When one door closes to us another one opens.
It is better to fail at your own life than to succeed at someone else's.
What thwarts us and demands of us the greatest effort is also what can teach us most.