Propaganda is a soft weapon; hold it in your hands too long, and it will move about like a snake, and strike the other way.
One cannot weep for the entire world, it is beyond human strength. One must choose.
The true masters of the art of living are already happy.
A happy love is full of quarrels, you know.
Tragedy is restful: and the reason is that hope, that foul, deceitful thing, has no part in it.
Things are beautiful if you love them.