When the dog bites, when the bee stings, when I'm feeling sad, I simply remember my favorite things and then I don't feel so bad.
There is the melancholy of Europe. There is the romantic malaise. Feeling sad is almost a form of deepness.
A tragedy need not have blood and death; it's enough that it all be filled with that majestic sadness that is the pleasure of tragedy.
I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.
A man who is master of himself can end a sorrow as easily as he can invent a pleasure.