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

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

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.

Nothing should be valued higher than the value of the day.

And I like those authors best whose scenes describe my own situation in life-- and the friends who are about me whose stories touch me with interest, from resembling my own homely existence.

One mind is enough for a thousand hands.

It would be a lowly art that allowed itself to be understood all at once.