I tried. But I feel that I haven't given utterance to the thousandth part of what lies within me. When I go to the grave I can say as others have said, "I have finished my day's work." But I cannot say, "I have finished my life." My day's work will begin again the next morning. The tomb is not a blind alley; it is a thoroughfare. It closes on the twilight, but opens on the dawn.

Stupidity talks, vanity acts.

To love or have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further. There is no other pearl to be found in the dark folds of life.

Cheerfulness is like money well expended in charity; the more we dispense of it, the greater our possession.

How frightened hypocrisy hastens to defend itself.

Not being heard is no reason for silence.

For true poetry, complete poetry, consists in the harmony of contraries. Hence, it is time to say aloud--and it is here above allthat exceptions prove the rule--that everything that exists in nature exists in art.