Man's restlessness makes him strive.

Passions are defects or virtues in the highest power.

The artist who is not also a craftsman is no good; but, alas, most of our artists are nothing else.

Must it ever be thus-that the source of our happiness must also be the fountain of our misery? The full and ardent sentiment which animated my heart with the love of nature, overwhelming me with a torrent of delight, and which brought all paradise before me, has now become an insupportable torment, a demon which perpetually pursues and harrasses me.

One does not get to know that one exists until one rediscovers oneself in others.

Just as, out of habit, one consults a run-down clock as though it were still going, so too one may look at the face of a beautiful woman as though he still loved her.

Nothing is more damaging to the truth than an old error.