The thought is a deed. Of all deeds she fertilizes the world most.
Art is a corner of creation seen through a temperament.
Sin ought to be something exquisite, my dear boy.
Civilization will not attain to its perfection until the last stone from the last church falls on the last priest.
What will be the death of me are buillabaisses, food spiced with pimiento, shellfish, and a load of exquisite rubbish which I eat in disproportionate quantities.
The day is not far off when one ordinary carrot may be pregnant with revolution.