Too much polishing and you spoil things. There's a limit to the expressibility of ideas. You have a new thought, an interesting one. Then, as you try to perfect it, it ceases to be new and interesting, and loses the freshness with which it first occurred to you. You're spoiling it.

What time can be more beautiful when the one in which the finest virtues, innocent cheerfulness and indefinable longing for love constitute the sole motives of your life.

Without knowing what I am and why I am here, life is impossible.

He was right in saying that the only certain happiness in life is to live for others.

We lost because we told ourselves we lost.

Art should cause violence to be set aside and it is only art that can accomplish this.

And you know, there's less charm in life when you think about death--but it's more peaceful.