They took each other's advice, opened one book, went over to another, then did not know what to decide when opinions diverged so widely.

Be orderly and disciplined in daily life, like a good bourgeois, so that I might be wild and violent in my art.

Years passed; and he endured the idleness of his intelligence and the inertia of his heart.

Success is a consequence and must not be a goal.

Stupidity lies in wanting to draw conclusions.

And indeed, what is better than to sit by one's fireside in the evening with a book, while the wind beats against the window and the lamp is buring?

I detest my fellow-beings and do not feel that I am their fellow at all