I'm dying, but otherwise I'm in very good health.

Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home. It is no season in which to wander the world as if one were the wind blowing aimlessly along the streets without a place to rest, without food, and without time meaning anything to one, just as time means nothing to the wind.

All great poetry is dipped in the dyes of the heart.

It is hardly respectable to be good nowadays.

I have never, in all my life, been so odious as to regard myself as 'superior' to any living being, human or animal. I just walked alone - as I have always walked alone.

Vulgarity is, in reality, nothing but a modern, chic, pert descendant of the goddess Dullness.

The aim of flattery is to soothe and encourage us by assuring us of the truth of an opinion we have already formed about ourselves.