No good work is ever done while the heart is hot and anxious and fretted.

How hard it is to make your thoughts look anything but imbecile fools when you paint them with ink on paper.

We have been so blinded by thinking and feeling that we have never seen the World.

Love, smoke and a cough cannot long be hid!

Everything has two sides - the outside that is ridiculous, and the inside that is solemn.

No good work is ever done while the heart is hot and anxious and fretted.

The troubles of the young are soon over; they leave no external mark. If you wound the tree in its youth the bark will quickly cover the gash; but when the tree is very old, peeling the bark off, and looking carefully, you will see the scar there still. All that is buried is not dead.