Besides, nowadays, almost all capable people are terribly afraid of being ridiculous, and are miserable because of it.

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 do not understand that life is paradise, for it suffices only to wish to understand it, and at once paradise will appear in front of us in its beauty.

I can see the sun, but even if I cannot see the sun, I know that it exists. And to know that the sun is there - that is living.

I am a dreamer. I know so little of real life that I just can’t help re-living such moments as these in my dreams, for such moments are something I have very rarely experienced. I am going to dream about you the whole night, the whole week, the whole year.

So long as man remains free he strives for nothing so incessantly and so painfully as to find someone to worship.

It's the moon that makes it so still, weaving some mystery.