On the day when a young writer corrects his first proof-sheet he is as proud as a schoolboy who has just got his first dose of pox.

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.

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

He possessed the logic of all good intentions and a knowledge of all the tricks of his trade, and yet he never succeeded at anything, because he believed too much in the impossible. Surprising? Why so? He was forever in the act of conceiving it!

To the solemn graves, near a lonely cemetery, my heart like a muffled drum is beating funeral marches.

Life is a hospital in which every patient is possessed by a desire to change his bed.

In putting off what one has to do, one runs the risk of never being able to do it.