Oh, would that my mind could let fall its dead ideas, as the tree does its withered leaves! And without too many regrets, if possible! Those from which the sap has withdrawn. But, good Lord, what beautiful colors!
Only those things are beautiful which are inspired by madness and written by reason.
The most beautiful things are those that madness prompts and reason writes.
Know that joy is rarer, more difficult, and more beautiful than sadness. Once you make this all-important discovery, you must embrace joy as a moral obligation.
Be faithful to that which exists within yourself.
Believe those who are seeking the truth. Doubt those who find it.