The mystic too full of God to speak intelligibly to the world.

It is in their eyes that their magic resides.

A place has almost the shyness of a person, with strangers; and its secret is not to be surprised by a too direct interrogation.

The making of one's life into art is, after all, the first duty and privilege of every man.

There is not a dream which may not come true, if we have the energy which makes, or chooses, our own fate.... It is only the dreams of those light sleepers who dream faintly that do not come true.

A realist, in Venice, would become a romantic by mere faithfulness to what he saw before him.

Sweet, can I sing you the song of your kisses? How soft is this one, how subtle this is, How fluttering swift as a bird's kiss that is, As a bird that taps at a leafy lattice; How this one clings and how that uncloses From bud to flower in the way of roses.