“It is from books that wise people derive consolation in the troubles of life.”

A man is not idle because he is absorbed in thought. There is visible labor and there is invisible labor.

The future has several names. For the weak, it is impossible; for the fainthearted, it is unknown; but for the valiant, it is ideal.

It is nothing to die; it is frightful not to live.

Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.

To love beauty is to see light.

Life is a flower of which love is the honey.

The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves — say rather, loved in spite of ourselves.

To love or have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further.