It is not length of life, but depth of life.

Science does not know its debt to imagination. Goethe did not believe that a great naturalist could exist without this faculty.

It is doubtless a vice to turn one's eyes inward too much, but I am my own comedy and tragedy.

Each man has his own vocation; his talent is his call. There is one direction in which all space is open to him.

Pain, indolence, sterility, endless ennui have also their lesson for you, if you are great.

The dice of God are always loaded.

We postpone our literary work until we have more ripeness and skill to write, and we one day discover that our literary talent wasa youthful effervescence which we have now lost.