All men are equal — all men, that is to say, who possess umbrellas.

The traveller who has gone to Italy to study the tactile values of Giotto, or the corruption of the Papacy, may return remembering nothing but the blue sky and the men and women who live under it.

The crime of suicide lies rather in its disregard for the feelings of those whom we leave behind.

Chess is a forcing house where the fruits of character can ripen more fully than in life

I think you’re beautiful, the only beautiful person I’ve ever seen. I love your voice and everything to do with you, down to your clothes or the room you are sitting in. I adore you.

It is so difficult - at least, I find it difficult - to understand people who speak the truth.

I only wish the poets would say this too: love is of the body; not the body, but of the the body. Ah! the misery that would be saved if we confessed that! Ah! for a little directness to liberate the soul!