Nature is a word, an allegory, a mold, an embossing, if you will.

You walk on corpses, beauty, undismayed.

Inspiration comes of working every day.

Drowsing, they take the noble attitude of a great sphinx, who, in a desert land, sleeps always, dreaming dreams that have no end.

Anybody, providing he knows how to be amusing, has the right to talk about himself.

A multitude of small delights constitute happiness

The true voyagers are those who go for the sake of traveling . . . and without quite knowing why, they say, 'Let us depart!'.