Existence Would Be Intolerable If We Were

It Is Good To Collect Things, But It Is Better To Go On Walks.

The Heart Errs Like The Head; Its Errors Are Not Any The Less Fatal, And We Have More Trouble Getting Free Of Them Because Of Their Sweetness.

One Thing Above All Gives Charm To Men's Thoughts, And This Is Unrest. A Mind That Is Not Uneasy Irritates And Bores Me.

The Future Is Hidden Even From Those Who Are Forging It.

I Cling To My Imperfection, As The Very Essence Of My Being.