In order to be utterly happy the only thing necessary is to refrain from comparing this moment with other moments in the past, which I often did not fully enjoy because I was comparing them with other moments of the future.
It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not.
In hell there is no other punishment than to begin over and over again the tasks left unfinished in your lifetime.
The sole art that suits me is that which, rising from unrest, tends toward serenity.
Nothing prevents happiness like the memory of happiness.
What would there be in a story of happiness? Only what prepares it, only what destroys it can be told.