I often think how unfairly life's good fortune is sometimes distributed.
I can’t think of you and myself apart. You and I are the same to me
Some mathematician said that pleasure lies not in discovering the truth but in searching for it.
You're not going to be different ... you're going to be the same as you've always been; with doubts, everlasting dissatisfaction with yourself, vain efforts to amend, and falls, and everlasting expectation, of a happiness which you won't get, and which isn't possible for you.
All art has this characteristic-it unites people.
Can it be that I have not lived as one ought?" suddenly came into his head. "But how not so, when I've done everything as it should be done?