What is all our knowledge worth? We do not even know what the weather will be tomorrow.
The vain being is the really solitary being.
With hat in hand, one gets on in the world.
Imagination is the mightiest despot.
To harbor hatred and animosity in the soul makes one irritable, gloomy, and prematurely old.
The little dissatisfaction which every artist feels at the completion of a work forms the germ of a new work.