There is something haunting in the light of the moon.
It's only those who do nothing that make no mistakes, I suppose.
Happiness, happiness ... the flavor is with you-with you alone, and you can make it as intoxicating as you please.
Art is long and life is short, and success is very far off.
The vilest scramble for loot that ever disfigured the history of human conscience.
The very young have, properly speaking, no moments. It is the privilege of early youth to live in advance of its days in all the beautiful continuity of hope which knows no pauses and no introspection.