No man is born into the world whose work is not born with him.
How difficult it is to be simple.
The brooding is better than the joy because even if the heart fills with happiness, it still mourns.
Misery is the only thing in the world that has no end or edge.
There are no faster or firmer friendships than those formed between people who love the same books.
Bleed me of art, and there won't be enough liquid left in me to spit! [Michelangelo Buonorotti]