I regard as a mortal sin not only the lying of the senses in matters of love, but also the illusion which the senses seek to create where love is only partial. I say, I believe, that one must love with all of one's being, or else live, come what may, a life of complete chastity.
Admiration and familiarity are strangers.
The prayers of a lover are more imperious than the menaces of the whole world
It is high time that we had lights that are not incendiary torches.
a woman, when she is heroic, is not heroic by halves.
The artist vocation is to send light into the human heart.