Maybe happiness too is a metaphor invented on a day of boredom

I tried to discover, in the rumor of forests and waves, words that other men could not hear, and I pricked up my ears to listen to the revelation of their harmony.

You need a high degree of corruption or a very big heart to love absolutely everything

There comes a point at which you stop writing and think all the more

He had the vanity to believe men did not like him – while men simply did not know him.

One who thinks for himself is a threat to his enemies, a refuge to his acquaintances, a prize to his friends, and a gift to the world.

In a nutshell, I am not unaware of my failings. Neither am I a stranger to irony.

Love is always a surprise and you never get it right.

I've learned that under everyone's hard shell is someone who wants to be appreciated and loved.

Beyond peace, there is no longer any existence possible.

I look upon Phrenology as the guide to philosophy and the handmaid of Christianity. Whoever disseminates true Phrenology is a public benefactor.

Solitude is only a good idea if you have the right people along to share it.

Rich relationships lead to much more than money. They lead to success, fulfillment, and wealth.

All that is due to us will be paid, although not perhaps by those to whom we have lent.

The moment you start dividing thought and feeling, the ratio of sinitive from the intuitive, you're dead. There is no difference between emotion and thought. You can be unreasonable.