Masters, spread yourselves. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.

My imagination can picture no fairer happiness than to continue living for art.

Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.

... when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.

You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.

It is impossible to persuade a man who does not disagree, but smiles.

Man is born to live, not to prepare for life.

The most powerful symptom of love is a tenderness which becomes at times almost insupportable.

The future is called "perhaps," which is the only possible thing to call the future. And the only important thing is not to allow that to scare you.

He who falls in love with himself will have no rivals.