And in vain does the dreamer rummage about in his old dreams, raking them over as though they were a heap of cinders, looking into these cinders for some spark, however tiny, to fan it into a flame so as to warm his chilled blood by it and revive in it all that he held so dear before, all that touched his heart, that made his blood course through his veins, that drew tears from his eyes, and that so splendidly deceived him!

We must never forget that human motives are generally far more complicated than we are apt to suppose, and that we can very rarely accurately describe the motives of another.

Faith does not, in the realist, spring from the miracle but the miracle from the faith.

At first, art imitates life. Then life will imitate art.Then life will find its very existence from the arts.

This is my last message to you: in sorrow, seek happiness.

It is amazing what one ray of sunshine can do for a man!

You must accept it as it is, and hence accept all consequences. A wall is indeed a wall.