Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.
Happiness is a monstrosity! Punished are those who seek it.
Oh, if I had been loved at the age of seventeen, what an idiot I would be today. Happiness is like smallpox: if you catch it too soon, it can completely ruin your constitution.
Success is a consequence and must not be a goal.
Success is a result, not a goal.
The artist must be in his work as God is in creation, invisible and all-powerful; one must sense him everywhere but never see him.