The inventor of the mirror poisoned the human heart.

Success consists in being successful, not in having potential for success. Any wide piece of ground is the potential site of a palace, but there's no palace till it's built.

Life is what we make of it. Travel is the traveler. What we see isn't what we see but what we are.

We worship perfection because we can't have it; if we had it, we would reject it. Perfection is inhuman, because humanity is imperfect.

It's been months since I last wrote. I've lived in a state of mental slumber, leading the life of someone else. I've felt, very often, a vicarious happiness. I haven't existed. I've been someone else. I've lived without thinking.

My boredom with everything has numbed me.

It is noble to be shy, illustrious not to know how to act, great not to have a gift for living.