Man is, above all, he who creates.

Good taste" is a virtue of the keepers of museums. If you scorn bad taste, you will have neither painting nor dancing, neither palaces nor gardens.

Only the unknown frightens men. But once a man has faced the unknown, that terror becomes the known.

He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.

In those days, I didn't understand anything. I should have judged her according to her actions, not her words. She perfumed my planet and lit up my life. I should never have run away! I ought to have realized the tenderness underlying her silly pretensions. Flowers are so contadictory! But I was too young to know how to love her.

A smile is often the key thing.One is paid with a smile. One is rewarded with a smile. One is brightened by a smile. And the quality of a smile can make one die.

A man has many parts, he is virtually everything, and you are free to select in him that part which pleases you.