The world makes way for the man who knows where he is going

One more royal trait properly belongs to the poet. I mean his cheerfulness, without which no man can be a poet,--for beauty is his aim. He loves virtue, not for its obligation, but for its grace; he delights in the world, in man, in woman, for the lovely light that sparkles from them. Beauty, the spirit of joy and hilarity, he sheds over the universe.

Goodness that preaches undoes itself.

[T]omorrow is a new day. You shall begin it well & serenely, & with too high a spirit to be cumbered with your old nonsense. This day ... is too dear with its hopes & invitations to waste a moment on the rotten yesterdays.

Dare to live the life you have dreamed for yourself. Go forward and make your dreams come true.

If you want a friend you need to be a friend.

Let the bird sing without deciphering the song.