The greatest benefit we owe to the artist, whether painter, poet, or novelist, is the extension of our sympathies.

How unspeakably the lengthening of memories in common endears our old friends!

What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined - to strengthen each other - to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories.

The pride of the body is a barrier against the gifts that purify the soul.

Awful Night! Ancestral mystery of mysteries.

It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are thoroughly alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger after them.

A peasant can no more help believing in a traditional superstition than a horse can help trembling when be sees a camel.