Precisely this is godliness--that there are gods, but no God.

I am really very, very tired of everything - more than tired.

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.

We take a fancy to something: and scarcely have we thoroughly taken a fancy to it when that tyrant in us calls out: "Give me thatin sacrifice"--and we give it.

At times, our strengths propel us so far forward we can no longer endure our weaknesses and perish from them.

The people we have employed in an undertaking that has turned out badly should be doubly rewarded.

Every word is a preconceived judgment.