Life is a succession of afflictions for the heart.

These tears do me good, they have watered the parched place; perhaps my heart will grow again there!

... everyone's free to embark on either a great clipper or a little fishing boat. An artist is an explorer who oughtn't to shrink from anything: it doesn't matter whether he goes to the left or the right -- his goal sanctifies all.

Vanity is the quicksand of reason.

[Failure is hard initially because] One knows what one has lost, but not what one may find [and learn from that failure]!

The lessons of experience are always learned too late.

Sorrow makes us very good or very bad.