Man's responsibility increases as that of the gods decreases.
The work of art is the exaggeration of an idea.
Each of us really understands in others only those feelings he is capable of producing himself.
There are very few monsters who warrant the fear we have of them.
When you have nothing to say, or to hide, there is no need to be prudent.
Old hands soil, it seems, whatever they caress, but they too have their beauty when they are joined in prayer. Young hands were made for caresses and the sheathing of love. It is a pity to make them join too soon.