Without great solitude no serious work is possible.

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.

Nothing in the affairs of men is worthy of great anxiety.

How incessant and great are the ills with which a prolonged old age is replete.

Fear is stupid. So are regrets.

People assume when my hair is long, that I'm a lot cooler than I actually am. I'm not opposed to this misconception.