We love those people who give with humility, or who accept with ease.

It is only the unexpected that ever makes a customs officer think.

... it is a matter of civilizing everyone or not being civilized at all: the decay has always come from a partial civilization.

Words are the only arteries of thought our poor human body possesses.

A part of all art is to make silence speak. The things left out in painting, the note withheld in music, the void in architecture - all are as necessary and as active as the utterance itself.

Few - very few - of our attainments are so profound that they are valid for always; even if they are so, they need adjustment, a straightening here, a loosening there, like an old garment to be fitted to the body.

I do like people who have not yet made up their minds about everything, who in fact are still receiving