Life resembles a novel more often than novels resemble life.

The beauty that addresses itself to the eyes is only the spell of the moment; the eye of the body is not always that of the soul.

The smoke of glory is not worth the smoke of a pipe.

Lying, like license, has its degrees.

... everyone's free to embark on either a great clipper or a little fishing boat. An artist is an explorer who oughtn't to shrink from anything: it doesn't matter whether he goes to the left or the right -- his goal sanctifies all.

Whoever has loved once, knows all that life contains of sorrow and of joy.

No human being can control love, and no one is to blame either for feeling it or for losing it. What alone degrades a woman is falsehood.