One often contradicts an opinion when what is uncongenial is really the tone in which it was conveyed.

One hears but one does not seek; one takes -- one does not ask who gives; a thought flashes up like lightning, it comes of necessity and unfalteringly formed.

Love, too, has to be learned.

My genius is in my nostrils.

It is doubtful whether anyone who has travelled widely has found anywhere in the world regions more ugly than in the human face.

I love the great despisers because they are the great adorers.

Those with very loud voices in their throats are nearly incapable of thinking subtle thoughts.