There are three thing in the world I love most: the sea, Hamlet, and Don Giovanni.
Emma was no asleep, she was pretending to be asleep; and, while he was dozing off at her side, she lay awake, dreaming other dreams.
It is splendid to be a great writer, to put men into the frying pan of your words and make them pop like chestnuts.
Earth has its boundaries, but human stupidity is limitless.
There is no truth. There is only perception.
The artist must be in his work as God is in creation, invisible and all-powerful; one must sense him everywhere but never see him.