On spinach: I dislike it, and am happy to dislike it because if I liked it I would eat it, and I cannot stand it.

What an elder sees sitting; the young can't see standing.

One mustn't always believe that feeling is everything. In the arts, it is nothing without form.

The great natures which are good, are above everything generous and don't begrudge the giving of themselves.

After the pain of this disappointment her heart once more stood empty, and the succession of identical days began again.

I detest my fellow-beings and do not feel that I am their fellow at all

On certain occasions art can shake very ordinary spirits, and whole worlds can be revealed by its clumsiest interpreters.