A happy life consists not in the absence$$$ but in the mastery of hardships.

Fine writing$$$ next to doing nothing$$$ is the best thing in the world.

The death of dogma is the birth of morality.

So eager are our people to obliterate the present.

Most men are not wicked... They are sleep-walkers$$$ not evil evildoers.

I need solitude for my writing; not 'like a hermit' - that wouldn't be enough - but like a dead man.

I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us.

Sleep is the most innocent creature there is and a sleepless man the most guilty.

Even the merest gesture is holy if it is filled with faith.

Where talent is lacking$$$ anger writes poetry.