Art is long, life short; judgment difficult, opportunity transient.

The brilliant passes, like the dew at morn; The true endures, for ages yet unborn.

Man can only endure a certain degree of unhappiness; what is beyond that either annihilates him or passes by him and leaves him apathetic.

A useless life is early death.

Most people work the greater part of their time for a mere living; and the little freedom which remains to them so troubles them that they use every means of getting rid of it.

He who does not expect a million readers should not write a line.

Every one believes in his youth that the world really began with him, and that all merely exists for his sake.

Give me those days with heart in riot, The depths of bliss that touched on pain, The force of hate, and love's disquiet- Ah, give me back my youth again!

It is not doing the things we like to do, but liking the thing we have to do that makes life blessed.

Distrust all those in whom the urge to punish is strong.