To handle a language skillfully is to practice a kind of evocative sorcery.

I think I would be happy in that place I happen not to be, and this question of moving house is the subject of a perpetual dialogue I have with my soul.

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.

In this horror of solitude, this need to lose his ego in exterior flesh, which man calls grandly the need for love.

In our corruption we perceive beauties unrevealed to ancient times.

Passion I hate, and spirit does me wrong. Let us love gently.

Genius is simply childhood, rediscovered by an act of will.