Nothing is so irretrievably missed as an opportunity we encounter every day.

The wise man is seldom prudent.

The incurable ills are the imaginary ills.

Oh happy pessimists! What a joy it is to them to be able to prove again and again that there is no joy.

We ask the poet: 'What subject have you chosen?' instead of: 'What subject has chosen you?

Between being able to and actually doing something lies an ocean, and on its bottom rests all too often the wreck of willpower.

There are more truths in a good book than its author meant to put in it.