The will of man is his happiness.

It would be necessary that they should be already sages to love wisdom...

No doubt the artist is the child of his time; but woe to him if he is also its disciple, or even its favorite.

You worthy critics, or whatever you may call yourselves, are ashamed or afraid of the momentary and passing madness which is found in all real creators, the longer or shorter duration of which distinguishes the thinking artist from the dreamer. Hence your complaints of unfruitfulness, for you reject too soon and discriminate too severely.

The zeal of friends it is that razes me, And not the hate of enemies.

The future comes slowly, the present flies and the past stands still forever.

All things must; man is the only creature that wills.