It is a great bond to dislike the same things.
If artists and poets are unhappy, it is after all because happiness does not interest them.
The one who does not remember history is bound to live through it again
To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world.
There is no greater stupidity or meanness than to take uniformity for an ideal.