Love is a state in which a man sees things most decidedly as they are not.

Whatever is gold does not glitter. A gentle radiance belongs to the noblest metal.

A thing can only live through a pious illusion.

In his lonely solitude, the solitary man feeds upon himself; in the thronging multitude, the many feed upon him. Now choose.

There is one thing one has to have either a soul that is cheerful by nature, or a soul made cheerful by work, love, art, and knowledge.

That which an age considers evil is usually an unseasonable echo of what was formerly considered good - the atavism of an old ideal.

We have no dreams at all or interesting ones. We should learn to be awake the same way- not at all or in an interesting manner