There are two men inside the artist$$$ the poet and the craftsman. One is born a poet. One becomes a craftsman.

Man conquers the world by conquering himself.

Love feels like a great misfortune$$$ a monstrous parasite$$$ a permanent state of emergency that ruins all small pleasures.

Passion is one great force that unleashes creativity$$$ because if you're passionate about something then you're more willing to take risks.

Learn to be good for something.

I have believed the best of every man$$$ and find that to believe it is enough to make a bad man show him at his best or even a good man swing his lantern higher.

There is no truth<br>Saving in thine own heart.

Nor dread nor hope attend<br>A dying animal;<br>A man awaits his end<br>Dreading and hoping all.

It is so many years before one can believe enough in what one feels even to know what the feeling is.

Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth. We are happy when we are growing.