Docility is the observable half of reason.

It is a revenge the devil sometimes takes upon the virtuous, that he entraps them by the force of the very passion they have suppressed and think themselves superior to.

With an artist no sane man quarrels, any more than with the colour of a child's eyes.

Words are weapons, and it is dangerous . . . to borrow them from the arsenal of the enemy.

Emotion is primarily about nothing and much of it remains about nothing to the end.

The habit of looking for beauty in everything makes us notice the shortcomings of things, our sense, hungry for complete satisfaction, misses the perfection it demands.

Man has an inexhuastible faculty for lying, especially to himself.