It's madness to envy other people's happiness. Happiness doesn't come of the peg, it has to be made to measure. - André Gide

What was doubly disconcerting for me was that he showed such extraordinary and precocious insight in describing his own feelings that I felt he was making my own confession.

The great artists are the ones who dare to entitle to beauty things so natural that when they're seen afterward, people say: Why did I never realize before that this too was beautiful?

O my dearest and most lovable thought, why should I try further to legitimize your birth?