The world is ruled only by consideration of advantages.
Disappointments are to the soul what a thunderstorm is to the air.
A merely fallen enemy may rise again, but the reconciled one is truly vanquished.
Why should I deem myself to be a chisel, when I could be the artist?
Art is the right hand of Nature. The latter has only given us being, the former has made us men.
It is play and only play that makes man complete.