The little man is still a man.

God knows I often retire to my bed wishing (at times even hoping) that I might never wake up; and in the morning I open my eyes, see the sun once again, and am miserable.

All extraordinary men, who have accomplished great and astonishing actions, have ever been decried by the world as drunken or insane.

We should talk less and draw more.

That is the true season of love, when we believe that we alone can love, that no one could ever have loved so before us, and that no one will love in the same way as us.

Upon the creatures we have made, we are, ourselves, at last, dependent.

Every day one should at least hear one little song, read one good poem, see one fine painting and -- if at all possible -- speak a few sensible words.