If man thinks about his physical or moral state he usually discovers that he is ill.

A talent can be cultivated in tranquility; a character only in the rushing stream of life.

Let your trouble be Light will follow dark Though the heaven falls You may hear the lark.

Everything transitory is but an image.

In the end we are all separate: our stories, no matter how similar, come to a fork and diverge. We are drawn to each other because of our similarities, but it is our differences we must learn to respect.

Idea and experience will never coincide in the center; only through art and action are they united.

Woman is mistress of the art of completely imbittering the life of the person on whom she depends.