The man who is aware of himself is henceforward independent, and he is never bored and life is only too short, and he is steeped through and through with a profound yet temperate happiness.
Some people go to priests, others to poetry, I to my friends.
You cannot find peace by avoiding life.
Nothing thicker than a knife's blade separates happiness from melancholy.
I can only note that the past is beautiful, because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later and thus we don't have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.