There’s plenty of fire in the coldest flint!

I used to think I had ambition… but now I’m not so sure. It may have been only discontent. They’re easily confused.

The public is more easily swayed by persons than by principles.

The more one suffered and lived, the more one had known of joy and grief, the deeper the response must be if an artist were great enough to summon it.

I’ve seen public opinion shift like the wind and put out the very fire it lighted.

There was no reality to pain when it left one, thought while it held one fast all other realities failed.

Too much good fortune can make you smug and unaware. Happiness should be like an oasis, the greener for the desert that surrounds it.