The life of our city is rich in poetic and marvelous subjects. We are enveloped and steeped as though in an atmosphere of the marvelous; but we do not notice it.

A friend of mine, the most innocuous dreamer who ever lived, once set a forest on fire to see, as he said, if it would catch as easily as people said. The first ten times the experiment was a failure; but on the eleventh it succeeded all too well.

Imagination is the queen of truth, and possibility is one of the regions of truth. She is positively akin to infinity.

Life has but one true charm: the charm of the game. But what if we’re indifferent to whether we win or lose?

An oasis of horror in a desert of boredom.

There are as many kinds of beauty as there are habitual ways of seeking happiness.

However incoherent a human existence may be, human unity is not bothered by it.