I must keep on rowing, not until I reach port but until I reach my grave.
Search for the truth is the noblest occupation of man; its publication is a duty.
inventiveness is childish, practice sublime.
All music, even if its occasion be a gay one, renders us pensive.
nothing is so horrifying as the possibility of existing simply because we do not know how to die.
However old a conjugal union, it still garners some sweetness. Winter has some cloudless days, and under the snow a few flowers still bloom.