That even in its sharpest pangs of pain a dog can still caress its master we have learnt from the studies of vivisectors.

For once you are going to hear a dream, a dream that I have made sound... I dreamed all this; never could my poor head have invented such a thing.

Blessed be, the genius who never knew good fortune! Genius in itself already means so much; what meaning does luck still hold for him?

Joy is not in things; it is in us.

You know my faithfulness to you, never can another own my heart, never - never - never...

My destiny is solitude, and my life is work.

One siupreme fact which I have discovered is that it is not willpower, but fantasy and imagination that ceates. Imagination is the creative force. Imagination creates reality.