All of us have life; few of us have an idea of it.

A man's foibles are what makes him lovable.

For usually people resist as long as they can to dismiss the fool they harbor in their bosom, they resist to confess a major mistake or to admit a truth that makes them despair.

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

Experience is only half of experience.

Where is the man who has the strength to be true, and to show himself as he is?

There are but two roads that lead to an important goal and to the doing of great things: strength and perseverance. Strength is the lot of but a few privileged men; but austere perseverance, harsh and continuous, may be employed by the smallest of us and rarely fails of its purpose, for its silent power grows irresistibly greater with time.