The biggest problem with every art is by the use of appearance to create a loftier reality.

Once I blazed across the sky, Leaving trails of flame; I fell to earth, and here I lie - Who'll help me up again? -A Shooting Star

Mankind? That is an abstraction. There have always been and always will be only individuals.

There are people who make no mistakes because they never wish to do anything worth doing.

We blame equally him who is too proud to put a proper value on his own merit and him who prizes too highly his spurious worth.

Against criticism a man can neither protest nor defend himself; he must act in spite of it, and then it will gradually yield to him.

Each ten years of a man's life has its own fortunes, its own hopes, its own desires.