Happy is the man who finds a true friend, and far happier is he who finds that true friend in his wife.
From Franz Schubert
Nobody understands another's sorrow, and nobody another's joy.
When I wished to sing of love, it turned to sorrow. And when I wished to sing of sorrow, it was transformed for me into love.
I try to decorate my imagination as much as I can.
Every night when I go to bed, I hope that I may never wake again, and every morning renews my grief.
You believe happiness to be derived from the place in which once you have been happy, but in truth it is centered in ourselves.
The greatest misfortune of the wise man and the greatest unhappiness of the fool are based upon convention.
No one feels another's grief, no one understands another's joy. People imagine they can reach one another. In reality they only pass each other by.
There are eight girls in the house in which I am living, and practically all of them are good looking. You can realize that I am kept busy.
I never force myself to be devout except when I feel so inspired, and never compose hymns of prayers unless I feel within me real and true devotion.
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