Years teach us more than books.

Only he is free who cultivates his own thoughts and strives without fear to do justice to them.

Some men, like modern shops, hang everything in their show windows; when one goes inside, nothing is to be found.

What will people say-in these words lies the tyranny of the world, the whole destruction of our natural disposition, the oblique vision of our minds. These four words hold sway everywhere.

The little dissatisfaction which every artist feels at the completion of a work forms the germ of a new work.

Solitude has a healing consoler, friend, companion: it is work.

Years teach us more than books.