It is not enough to aim; you must hit.
There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.
Is love supposed to last throughout all time, or is it like trains changing at random stops. If I loved her, how could I leave her? If I felt that way then, how come I don't feel anything now?
Of all noises, I think music is the least disagreeable.
It is a profitable thing, if one is wise, to seem foolish.
My wish is to ride the tempest, tame the waves, kill the sharks. I will not resign myself...
Never hold discussions with the monkey when the organ grinder is in the room.