The more we live by our intellect, the less we understand the meaning of life.

…the majority of men do not think in order to know the truth, but in order to assure themselves that the life which they lead, and which is agreeable and habitual to them, is the one which coincides with the truth.

I think... if it is true that there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.

Real wisdom is not the knowledge of everything, but the knowledge of which things in life are necessary, which are less necessary, and which are completely unnecessary to know.

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.

Commit no act that is contrary to love.

The appreciation of the merits of art (of the emotions it conveys) depends upon an understanding of the meaning of life...