Health requires this relaxation, this aimless life. This life in the present.
Truth is always paradoxical.
I am not afraid of praise, for I have practiced it on myself.
Live your life, do your work, then take your hat.
Translate a book a dozen times from one language to another, and what becomes of its style? Most books would be worn out and disappear in this ordeal. The pen which wrote it is soon destroyed, but the poem survives.
The true finish is the work of time, and the use to which a thing is put. The elements are still polishing the pyramids.