Wherever learning breeds specialists, the sum of human culture is enhanced thereby. That is the illusion and consolation of specialists.

The truly erotic sensibility, in evoking the image of woman, never omits to clothe it. The robing and disrobing: that is the true traffic of love.

Only a fool thinks price and value are the same.

I dreamt -- marvellous error! -- that I had a beehive here inside my heart. And the golden bees were making white combs and sweet honey from my old failures.

The absence of vices adds so little to the sum of one's virtues.

Under all that we think, lives all we believe, like the ultimate veil of our spirits

And to walk through life in dreams out of love for the hand that guides us.