Be soft, even if you stand to get squashed.

Beethoven's Fifth Symphony is the most sublime noise that has ever penetrated into the ear of man.

What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives? They have never entered into mine, but into yours, we thought--Haven't we all to struggle against life's daily greyness, against pettiness, against mechanical cheerfulness, against suspicion? I struggle by remembering my friends; others I have known by remembering some place--some beloved place or tree--we thought you one of these.

Truth is a flower in whose neighbourhood others must wither.

For you cannot have gentility without paying for it.

It's not what people do to you, but what they mean, that hurts.

The sadness of the incomplete, the sadness that is often Life, but should never be Art.