For The Great Doesn't Happen Through Impulse

If One Hasn't A Horse, One Is One's Own Horse.

Though I Am Often In The Depths Of Misery, There Is Still Calmness, Pure Harmony And Music Inside Me. I See Paintings Or Drawings In The Poorest Cottages, In The Dirtiest Corners. And My Mind Is Driven Towards These Things With An Irresistible Momentum.

Bookstores Always Remind Me That There Are Good Things In This World.

The Diseases That We Civilized People Labor Under Most Are Melancholy And Pessimism.

It Is With The Reading Of Books The Same As With Looking At Pictures; One Must, Without Doubt, Without Hesitations, With Assurance, Admire What Is Beautiful.