Unhappy as we are (and we would be less so if there were no element of greatness in our condition) we have an idea of happiness but we cannot attain it. We perceive an image of the truth and possess nothing but falsehood, being equally incapable of absolute ignorance and certain knowledge.
Sanity is a madness put to good uses.
Talent hits a target no one else can hit. Genius hits a target no one else can see.
In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
It is perfectly true, as philosophers say, that life must be understood backwards. But they forget the other proposition, that it must be lived forwards.
The unexamined life is not worth living.
Of all forms of caution, caution in love is perhaps the most fatal to true happiness.
Let us read, and let us dance; these two amusements will never do any harm to the world.
[I think I’ve posted this before. However, it’s such good advice, it’s worth another look.]