The truth is ugly: we have art so as not to perish from the truth.

The man who meets with a failure attributes this failure rather to the ill will of another than to fate.

To forget one's purpose is the commonest form of stupidity.

Annoyance is a physical malady that is in no way cured just because the annoying situation that causes it is eliminated.

We become aware, however, that all customs, even the hardest, grow pleasanter and milder with time, and that the severest way of life may become a habit and therefore a pleasure.

Those things for which we find words, are things we have already overcome.

Speaking of Georges Bizet: His music has the tang of sunny climates, their bracing air, their clearness. It voices a sensibility hitherto unknown to us.