Life is paradise, and we are all in paradise, but we refuse to see it.
Life is in ourselves and not in the external.
Man is sometimes extraordinarily, passionately, in love with suffering.
I am a fool with a heart but no brains, and you are a fool with brains but no heart; and weโre both unhappy, and we both suffer.
If you can put the question, 'Am I or am I not responsible for my acts?' then you are responsible.
At first, art imitates life. Then life will imitate art.Then life will find its very existence from the arts.