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

The more you lose the right to be jealous, the more so you become!

One changes from day to day, and... after a few years have passed one has completely altered.

Work is not man's punishment. It is his reward and his strength and his pleasure.

Talent, will and genius are natural phenomena like the lake, the volcano, the mountain, the wind, the star, the cloud.

Fame and admiration weigh not a feather in the scale against friendship and love, for the heart languishes all the same.

Every historian discloses a new horizon.