Each bird must sing with his own throat.
Happiness is above all things the calm, glad certainty of innocence.
What ought a man be? Well, my short answer is 'himself'.
Before I write down one word, I have to have the character in my mind through and through. I must penetrate into the last wrinkle of his soul.
I must make up my mind which is right – society or I.
Look into any man's heart you please, and you will always find, in every one, at least one black spot which he has to keep concealed.