Why do we think love is a magician? Because the whole power of magic consists in love. The work of magic is the attraction of one thing by another because of a certain affinity of nature.

In these times I don't, in a manner of speaking, know what I want; perhaps I don't want what I know and want what I don't know.

Never worry about anything. Live in the present. Live now. Be happy.

The soul exists partly in eternity and partly in time.

Mortal men ask God for good things every day, but they never pray that they may make good use of them.

. . . the poor man, whom the law does not allow to take . . . a pair of shoes for his freezing feet, is allowed to put his hand into the pocket of the rich, and say, You shall educate me. . . .

Artists in each of the arts seek after and care for nothing but love.

Books that distribute things... with as daring a freedom as we use in dreams, put us on our feet again.

Many have paid lip service to philosophy, but these men served it with their whole heart. He tastes nothing who has not tasted for himself.

The ideas of things intellectually known pass into the substance of the intellect much more than do foods into the substance of the body.

You are running to seek your friend. Let your feet run, but your mind need not.

Always forgive the person, who hurts you, because they are sick inside. But never forgive the person, who insults your love, because they are hell inside.

A tavern chair is the throne of human felicity.

I never said half the crap people said I did.

Get the winners into the game.

Presents at once? That's good. He is sure to succeed.

Each day is a start of a new adventure, and I eagerly look forward to today.

It is only alone, truly alone that one bursts apart, springs forth.

The imagination conjures gifts; what the ungrateful, unsentimental part of the mind has to do is to unwrap them, find fault with them, see them for what they are and then alter them.

Only lately, like within the last few years, have I had people actually do an impression of me to me, which weirds me out to think of what they have picked up on, without ever realizing it myself

The soul of man is of the imperishable substance of the stars!