Good angels are fallible ... they sin every day and fall from Heaven like flies.
Time deals gently only with those who take it gently.
We live between two dense clouds; the forgetting of what was and the uncertainty of what will be.
The good critic is he who relates the adventures of his soul among masterpieces.
It is by acts and not by ideas that people live.
The duty of literature is to note what counts, and to light up what is suited to the light. If it ceases to choose and to love, it becomes like a woman who gives herself without preference.