It is a very rare thing for a man of talent to succeed by his talent.
Great souls are harmonious.
The happiness which is lacking makes one think even the happiness one has unbearable.
We call that person who has lost his father, an orphan; and a widower that man who has lost his wife. But that man who has known the immense unhappiness of losing a friend, by what name do we call him? Here every language is silent and holds its peace in impotence.
When unhappy, one doubts everything when happy one doubts nothing.
Nothing vivifies, and nothing kills, like the emotions.