But who said art has to cost money? And therefore, who says artists have to make money?
Nature formed me fierce.
There is nothing so difficult to describe as happiness. Whether some feeling of envy enters into the mind upon hearing of it, or whether it is so calm, so unassuming, so little ostentatious in itself, that words give an imperfect idea of it, I know not. It is easier to enjoy it, than define it. . . . and is oftener found at home, when home has not been embittered by dissensions, suspicions and guilt, than any where else upon earth. Yes, it is in home and in those who watch there for us.
It is said there is no happiness, and no love to be compared to that which is felt for the first time. Most persons erroneously think so; but love like other arts requires experience, and terror and ignorance, on its first approach, prevent our feeling it as strongly as at a later period.
It is the common failing of an ambitious mind to over-rate itself.
He is mad, bad and dangerous to know.
I possessed what is called the best of hearts -- a dangerous possession, as it is generally accompanied by the strongest passions, and the weakest judgment.
High fortune makes both our virtues and vices stand out as objects that are brought clearly to view by the light.
Every human life involves an unfathomable mystery, for man is the riddle of the universe, and the riddle of man in his endowment with personal capacities.
I feel that the great challenge of our time is the communication of ideas.
Is any blogger out there saying anything—do they deserve First Amendment protection? These are the issues of our times.